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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