There’s a girl I know on Mars
Who wears tube socks
With everything she wears,
No matter if they’re stretched out or not.
There, the wind barely blows,
It barely even whistles.
But she doesn’t like her feet
To get cold.

Every time we talk,
We talk about everything
And nothing.
She sits at home and watches
The stars from her window,
Swinging one of her legs
From the arm of the couch.

I told her that I’d mail her a new
Pair of socks if I could find
A pair with Mars on them,
And a pair that had the moon
Printed on them.
Especially that far out, I bet they’re
Hard to find.

Maybe I’d settle for a pair myself,
To see what she sees in these things,
After all, she always wears them.
Maybe I’ll get her a pair that stretches
To her knees,
A solid color to match her couch,
To hide the red dirt that creeps
In her house.

After all, we’re human.
We need something that connects us
To who we are, who we used to be.
Anything to make us feel
More important than what we are

In the tapestry of time, a yearning plea,
"I want to remember it all of the life and in the next,
Never to forget any, a wish to set free."

Beneath the cosmic canvas, where stars converse,
A soul whispers, longing for memories to immerse.
Through the dance of epochs, a timeless quest,
To cradle life's moments in an eternal nest.

Sunsets ablaze, and dawns painted gold,
Each chapter cherished, every story told.
In the symphony of existence, a melody to compose,
Notes that resonate where the cosmic river flows.

Through the cycles of rebirth, a continuum unfolds,
A kaleidoscope of memories, a tale to be retold.
In the shadow of forever, where destinies align,
The heart yearns for recollections, a treasure to enshrine.

"I want to remember it all," the soul softly sighs,
A vow to etch memories beneath infinite skies.
Across the threshold of lifetimes, a bridge to weave,
In the vast expanse of eternity, a promise to believe.

Through the corridors of time, echoes resound,
A promise to remember, in every life unbound.
In the next and the beyond, where spirits soar,
The symphony of memories forevermore.

So let the heart echo through the ages vast,
A timeless melody, in memories cast.
In the tapestry of eternity, life's tales entwine,
"I want to remember it all," a pledge divine.