MEMORY

I come home and everything seems like a dream
Nothing resembles reality
A past nipping on my heels
Reminding me it’s all very real

Yesterday, I saw a much younger version of me
The kind that is innocent and free
Paying no mind of what tomorrow brings
Yesterdays are the best kind of dreams

Now I am awake and breathing
The present has me reeling
It’s hard to see what’s ahead
When a soul loses feeling