Where the Pavement Ends

I often dream
as dreamers do;
of once upon a time.

The age of innocents,
where the pavement ends
and green pipelines
run on for miles.

I never had friends
as I did back then
and love
always found me
in the summertime.

So blissfully ignorant
to dark roads ahead,
I lived my life
as if nothing would ever change.

These were the times,
those golden times
no matter how brief
they may have been.

So I remind myself
of this age innocents
and grow nostalgic
of the way things sometimes begin.