memory lane

The stroll down Memory Lane is full of moments that I don't want to remember, but are too hard to forget. For some reason Present Ave is only given thought when it merges with Memory Lane, and Future St is a destination that can't be reached. So I'm stuck walking this endless road of a short lifetime's worth of moments that have made me who I am. Me, here on Present St. Will I find a dead end? A fork in the road? Or countless more street lights of varying degrees of illumination. Flickering, shining, to guide the way, on this unknown pavement.