Eventually things turn to memory
You know them better then you know yourself
It's the only thing that is your own
The only thing you'll have with you, even if your life moves on without you
As you lay there in bed
Staring at the ceiling
You remember those who have come and gone, walking in and out of your life
not even glancing back to tell you goodbye
The past is a beautiful piece of work
You'll never remember everything
but those few precious things and some others
Dwelling upon them is what many people waste their lives doing
As I am doing now
I'm afraid I cant change what is done
But it feels safe to remember what used to be then what will come to be
The future brings too many questions too many decisions
I wish it would end here
Fear is what holds me back
the only thing that stops me from continuing where i left off
