Old memories are like ghosts that haunt you,
No one can resist it but it's true.
Pacify the past with the present,
forget the present with the past,
the unrelenting future torment that I ask.

If there is a past, present and future...
gaps in time must exist like a suture.
You get the deal?
Nothing is real.
No one knows anything at birth or death.

Your thoughts finally materialize,
as you realize:
time has little pity,
sure you were pretty,
memories are fragments of time that are witty.