What I remember are many things.
Some are good, others aren't.
One day I don't remember anything at all.
I think, do, feel different.

The following day, there are these waves.
Waves of another person.
And then I remember something
What I remember is nothing good.
What I remember is my own life.

My life with joy.
My life full of grief, often made so by myself.
Sometimes I hurted others and later that day, griefed about what happened.
Not knowing how to make the change, my life past by.
My life where it was all different.
Different from others, different from the rest, other than myself.

A new opportunity is what I want.
Unfortunately to want is never to get.  To want is to fight for it.
I can no longer fight, I can not fight any longer.
I keep wandering with my thoughts.
Thoughts about my past, all that I remember.

I'm trying to find another way.
I forget my memories, until I can no longer find them.
Then I walk away, away from my memories and my previous life.
I walk different this time, a very different way.
I walk the way of my future.
The future, the future is where I would fight.

A man decided to love
But without enough shove.
To his dismay
Whirlwind swept away
In disrepute his dream
without a gleam.
That good villainous morning,
He awoke, greeted by mourning.
Blurred became his vision,
Vanity became his mission.
Saddened, he griefed
Though his acridity briefed.
His belief in true love flurred
As smoke swallowed into thin air.
His heart hardened as a rock,
The thought of true love makes him yock.    

©binditim