Like hiking in the fog.
Only the brightest or burning memory shines through
Some of these memories are just mine, others I’ve shared with you
Some places on my path are beautiful and  stunning
While others feel their placement is uncanny and cunning
When I walk my memory lane, I see growth through the pain
Tears, Love, Finding oneself I did gain
The more path I create, the more is can see what creates a memory lane
As I seek to move forward, I will choose happiness, and not in vain
I promise myself I will seek moments of joy, growth, and security.
For all other factors that do not matter, I will keep in the fog and leave them blurry
So the next time I take a stroll I will see all beauty
To see what has blossomed amist the rain
To see what has grown and what has changed.
Yes, the beautiful path is mine to create
Mine to allow those who will stamp by fate.
For now, I know what to seek.
To make a beautiful memory lane complete