The Wrong Thing Said

You must know the time, remember the time, where all you wanted lay in front of you, like a red carpet to the premiere of your greatest dreams, cast solid in realities of gold. The world could be yours, shrink wrapped to fit in outspread arms, a moment when every decision was the right one, where every step was a forward motion to the gates that forever locked you out. A time not of thunder and rain but of ever-lasting brilliant sunlight, that instant where every note was meant to be, I know you must remember.......
Oh, wait you're reading Tumbleweed Memories....... I guess you don't then.