All these years seem to blend together,
When I think of memories I see a feather.
At times it lies there quiet and still,
Sometimes an up breeze takes away free will.
Its movement takes away focus, you only feel.
You drift along in visions of the past,
Wondering how it went by so fast.
You see all the things you'd change,
You feel yourself engulfed in rage.
I promise you those things are true,
Everyone of them are what makes you.
Don't waste your time thinking of old mistakes,
They are things all humans make.
Envision the future, it gets you by,
Entrust the feather and learn how to fly.
