Deserted Travels and Adventures

 
This is the place where memories
      of travels and adventures come to rest
Where old and forgotten things
     are left in the sun before they’re compressed
Here they collect dirt and dust
     as scavengers come to pull them apart
Looking through the endless isles
     searching for pieces for a new start
You can almost hear ghostly echoes
     as the wind blows through the desolate rows
A close and near past that didn’t last
     is pressed and imprinted on greasy clothes
When I walk through the lonely yard
     I can’t help but think of what got ‘em here
Their death helps with my restoration
    so my car’s resurrection will soon appear
Here the past is like a sudden blast
     when lo and behold I think I see an old friend
This is the place where memories
     of travels and adventures come to end