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It's too soon to live in memories I try to convince myself Years don't change everything I try to convince myself This is no prison I'm living in I have the keys, the locks are not broken I try to convince myself I have a reason For not using them Grab a pen and some paper Some of these are important I just know they are These are the things that made me what I am Aren't they? The sum total of all my experiences, right? I need to chronicle and catalog Separate the wheat from the chaff This will set me straight Or maybe not...could be a waste of time Time takes them away, one by one Teases, bringing some back Then snatching them away again Despite my best efforts To hoard them Years don't change everything The cruel workings of time Are eternal Of this I am convinced I've sacrificed freedom To live in a cage To settle for memories For fear that hurt would break in And make itself comfortable Quick to remind me of the memories It helped make I'm convinced I have no reason To break these chains An empty house, alone Is better than such bad company
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Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 8:26 AM UTC
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It's too soon to live in memories I try to convince myself Years don't change everything I try to convince myself This is no prison I'm living in I have the keys, the locks are not broken I try to convince myself I have a reason For not using them Grab a pen and some paper Some of these are important I just know they are These are the things that made me what I am Aren't they? The sum total of all my experiences, right? I need to chronicle and catalog Separate the wheat from the chaff This will set me straight Or maybe not...could be a waste of time Time takes them away, one by one Teases, bringing some back Then snatching them away again Despite my best efforts To hoard them Years don't change everything The cruel workings of time Are eternal Of this I am convinced I've sacrificed freedom To live in a cage To settle for memories For fear that hurt would break in And make itself comfortable Quick to remind me of the memories It helped make I'm convinced I have no reason To break these chains An empty house, alone Is better than such bad company
© 2010 by James Arthur Casey
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Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 8:26 AM UTC
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