I knew the path, exactly,
how to get there.
I remembered every step.
I remembered every tree
and every turn
even in the dark.
So wrapped up in some paper sheets and tied
I found that rusty little box of bra** for me.
I opened it and found my memories
inside that time machine,
some marbles and some pictures
from a baseball magazine...
So I closed the box and wrapped it in paper sheets
and I put it in the secret spot again, the same, and I left.