The Memory Remains
Thinking back to carefree days
Is something so surreal.
A haze-covered memory
Foggy and misty.
Almost can't find my way
through the thickening fog.
Still the memory remains,
reminding me of
someone whom i could never be again.
i could sense the dramatic irony
but i can't seem to make sense of it.
i lived in a world where
happiness dominated my life.
a world where good is white and evil is black;
a world where hate is forbidden and love is all around;
a world so dream-like, it's almost made-up.
but the memory remains,
haunting me, reminding me of
someone whom i could never be again.
because this is the truth;
this is reality;
this is my life.
as boring as it is i know i can't escape it.
and still the memory remains;
something so prestigious,
full of innocense and integrity;
something so pure, yet filthy.
it's so far away, making invisible tears run.
i can never reach it anymore
i don't belong there, becuz
this is reality; my life.
yet as painful as it is,
the memory remains.
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