Memories

From the comforts of the bedroom, of memory

Comes the essence for the script for life’s journey

Each day, that bed gets thicker

Will the light of memory ever flicker?

Memory may be silent, but silence isn’t its way

We detest its presence when we silently pray

It’s the foundation, of the past

Is that essential? It’s rarely asked

The future will come regardless

What it brings is anyone’s guess

We need not fortify memory

It will not build a better story

The coloring of the past will not fade

Until we stop getting swayed

By the mind and the world

For that, great wings of thought must be furled