Along the path to yesterday, A thousand faces face my way. Faded features shaped and formed, To my memory now conformed. Leprechauns upon a log, Apparitions in the fog; Eyes that glow and eyes that spark Illuminate the pathway dark. Actors all upon the stage Of my life, through every age; Characters for every part Pirouetting in my heart. Bewildered by the wilderness Of souls whose souls I repossess, Spirits link to form a chain Constituting memory lane. Spinning through the atmosphere, Clinging to a carbon sphere; Nothing’s ever as it seems, We are visions of our dreams.