Sepia Sleeping

Skipping through the memories
Happy to see them again
Visiting the past in my dreams
Can be fun
Frivolous
Like a free holiday to my youth
Winding down that lane
Tiptoeing through
Those daisies of destiny
Seeing the twisty turns made
Those nearly almost
Ah not quite misses
My older self shakes brunette hair
Flashing sparks of hidden grey
Smiles in a way
The younger self would hate
Find patronising
That sweet doppelganger self
With wide eyed naivety
Tripping through life
Creating hazy memories
For me to find in my sleep