A still image of a single memory
Unchanging, insultingly unwilling to age throughout the passage of time
And image that can be preserved long after one's  demise
And though occasionally  they can be edited and disguised
It's always fun to revisit  those lost times through your eyes

Clouded eyes of reason
Trailing and tracing through fogs of treason
Deranged thoughts spill in my head
Minds race and my sanity held by a thread
Smile and frown
Up and down
Hallucinations through creation
And creation through destruction
I'm a puppet on my society's string
I fear I'm no longer a human being