The Memory

There is one moment put on repeat,

When I lose my mind it gets me through,

While I’m falling apart it helps me dream—

It’s the reason I survive even if it feels I won’t.

And the moment I live is thanks to you,

You’ll never know what you have helped me with,

I’ll never be able to describe the endless nights—

Clinging to a memory that has passed me by.

I wish I could tell you but it is buried so deep

That it seems at any moment I could forget.

But I live vividly somewhere before here and now,

Walking through a world that once felt near

But now crumbles once upon a time.

By now you have your own reason for being,

Memories to guide you through your life—

To take you far away.

      DannYetman

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