An Old Eroded Lake

Walking down the empty path
not the way I remembered it
overgrown and tumbled down,
not the same one bit.
And standing here,
by the old eroded lake,
memories come back,
as I sit in the sun and bake.
As I walk and walk
along the bank with my doubts,
I though this might happen
after the summer season's droughts.
A childhood playground,
falling apart before my eyes.
Nothing left over,
as the sun begins to rise.
And then I remember,
everything is the same.
Nothing has really changed,
it was only my mind to blame.