Time In a Daydream

I put some Janis Joplin on and slipped away out of time and present reality taking a little piece of my heart into the day; mixing with Joan Baez's raspy voice and my time lost to diamonds and rust daydreaming wide eyed, soft and quiet nostalgic. Was I seventeen, eighteen or twenty-one? So full of hopes and dreams and possibility and fear detesting the police action wars civil right protests and the beatles mania. So many decades slipped by quick washed in the flow of political unrest violence and inhuman activities repeating. What unforgettable memories lost to time but alive still in daydreaming and night schemes. I can reformat the narratives make them better than they were but in the end history rewrites the epitaphs.