My memories fading as it all becomes a blur,
I’m trying to grasp at the memories but they all just fade away,
I’m trying to hold on, but they just won’t stay;
Then finally I have it standing here,
When time stops in the beginning of dawn,
The memories come back, shadily as if blocked by a wall;
I see mountains standing up high in the background,
There’s even a river flowing through the valley
Where the shadows hide the missing pieces;
The shadows hide where the colors collide and the shapes becomes droopy,
I can’t seem to figure out the time,
Even my face is anon and droopy;
I see a broken tree swaying in misery,
As the ants go marching by,
It starts to spark a memory but soon disappears deep inside of my mind;
I see the time go by,
Half past, seven fifty-six, and finally dawn,
Everything’s becomes flat as I open up my mind;
It’s as if I’ve walked through the door containing it all,
I cast the shadows as I walk by the but somehow none of them can touch me,
My mind has become too abstract to think;
Then the door slams shut, leaving me here alone,
Nothings around me, it’s like a big black never ending hole,
Sucking me in, keeping me close, never letting me go;
My memories become a leash holding me back whenever I try to run,
But my persistence hasn’t fallen down yet
Because I’ll find it all again, everything I long for, by breaking down the wall in the depths of
my mind.
*Inspired by Salvador Dali’s “Persistence of Memory”
