Stitched Memory

[Verse 1]
These new soles tread on ground where old stories sleep,
Through Kingston's humid breath, secrets the asphalt keep.
Each interstice in concrete, once a familiar line,
Now a strange pattern, no longer solely mine.
I trace the phantom footsteps, a younger self in sight,
A tourist in the memory, bathed in fading light.

[Chorus]
This intricate fabric of my memory, I'm watching it unwind,
A stranger to the chapters that my spirit left behind.
New perspectives gained, old paths I can't re-tread,
Just ghosting through the life my younger self once led.

[Verse 2]
The scent of diesel mixes with the salt from the sea breeze,
Echoes of laughter drift through lignum vitae trees.
I see the children play, a new weave on the old loom,
Their innocent ambition cutting through the city's gloom.
Each street vendor's hustle, a persistent, vibrant thread,
From the tapestry of survival that my ancestors fed.

[Bridge]
The warp and weft of time, it shifts beneath my stride,
A different woman walks where the younger me once cried.
But every fiber strengthened, by the patterns I have known,
A new design emerging, on a loom that's truly grown.

[Outro]
Stitched memory... yeah, watching it unwind,
The past and future's cadence, forever intertwined.