Memories

Wide awake with nothing to do

Memories of the past come shining through

Some that  make emotions real

Others that are just surreal

Life that has come to pass

some from when i once smoked grass

Other are events I tried

Or even when a loved one died

Some that I'd like to erase

Others just slap my face

It all depends on which way I turned

Or even what I may have learned

The momories are what makes a grow

Through them who we are will show

These memories will always flood my head

At least until I am dead

It's like a movie that I see

And the story is all about me.

 

An Uncle Charlie Original