Can I retrace my steps? Walk backwards through the years to the one I used to be? Blow the dust from the antiquated memories? I can't see clearly through the fog of time, but I'm starting to make out the shapes. Squinting through a daze of days that passed me by. I'm a sucker for a stroll down memory lane and I've been sitting idle, its time to stretch these legs. I'm [bad word] cobwebs from the corners of my mind. I'm reading the hidden text between my own lines. I'm uncovering. I'm sifting through. Digging up relics of the past. I'm ignoring my own advice: I'm looking back