MEMORIES

Can memories really be made
Maybe they just happen at will
Does tempted fate decide it all
To be another brick in the wall
Making a crease in cotton twill
And stains that will never fade

Forever subject to recollection
A memory may be permanent
Its place is not only in the mind
But even as images one can find
And out there in the firmament
A kind of studio backprojection

Could they be subject to change
And be self-adjusting over time
Perhaps some censor is at work
In thought, wherever it may lurk
Without a voice, it is just mime
But with age, open to rearrange