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
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.
Everything that defines me has been washed away
Except for the memories.
I hold onto the memories long after the people have faded away
These memories now exist only in my mind
It’s a jealous mind, guarding the memories like possessions
But I have to learn to let them go.
To know myself I will set fire to the past
And banish the memories forever
I will build a new identity
With no connection to what once was.
I will fashion my bricks from dreams
And mix hope and determination into mortar
I hope you’ll come see me again
When the last of the ashes blows away.
