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
Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 1:12 AM UTC
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
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