Past and future
How uncertain they can be
How can I trust when my memories lie to me
Unreliable narrator
My stories mostly true
Am I the same me, that I am to you
A kaleidoscope, looking back into the past
Of happy days and warm sun rays that never seem to last
My memories are fading
One by one by one
And I feel as though
I've forgotten something
I look into my past, for something held so dear
And when I look into the future, my lense clouds up with tears
A memory of happy days
Of sunshine and tree fuzz
In memory im happy
At least, I think i was