Whelved in the subconscious Our past memories surge Every wave of nostalgia Makes it to purge Bespoke and prefab And hand me downs Overwhelmingly The memories tumble out, A flash of colour Or a picture greyed, A whiff of anonymous scent, Or a treasured plate, Anything can trigger A memory cascade Deep in the subconscious That prevades. Whelved in the subconscious Our past memories surge Every wave of nostalgia Makes it to purge Bespoke and prefab And hand me downs Overwhelmingly
