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