Memory

I miss me

We used to go out and do fun things

But all me and I seem to do anymore is hang out and argue about stupid stuff…

And time passes by

 

I find myself searching for the days when I knew

Less about the dangers of the mind

I tell me that I think too much

But, I insist, some things must be remembered as lessons learned

 

I can’t throw the past away like some outgrown piece of clothing

Maybe I should, I tell myself

But my memories are who I am

If I throw them away… who am I?

 

I find that the memories have changed me

So much that I don’t recognize me.

Every day looking in the mirror

And only seeing memories.

 

I hold onto the events long after the physical evidence has faded

These events now exist only in my mind

It’s a jealous mind, guarding the memories like treasure

But I have to learn to let them go.

 

To know myself will I set fire to the past

And banish the memories forever?

Will I put that past behind me?

So that I can be something more?

 

I will fashion my tomorrow from dreams

And break the chains of shame that bind me

I hope you’ll come see me again

When the last of the ashes blows away.

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