What makes a memory
so beautiful-
is that you cant shake it

The painful ones
that leave lament-
that force you to question death

The joyful ones
filled with noise-
confusing bliss

They can be beaches
sand between your toes-
the grit almost too real

But mountains can also rise up,
treacherous climbs-
pitfalls and dark caverns

Control comes from embracing-
your geography- no,
your journey

Happiness comes from knowledge-
Learned through introspect
and personal enlightenment