we can dress it up 

with money

throw it in the car 

and drive it

 

flip it upside down 

and hide it

hold it 

under the blanket

 

make it sound funny

wax and wane nostalgic

not spend more time 

thinking about it 

 

now is all we have

 

good old days  

just a trick of memory

when I can’t find my way

pull the plug on me

 

nostalgia was a disease

in other centuries

I wanna see tomorrow 

want you there with me

 

(or another 

comparable model)

 

but if I fail to see the beauty

life with all its mystery

If I lapse into history

bring on the fat lady

 

now is all we have