Last night, I strolled down a forest road;
it was only a journey of the mind;
a flash of past memories, simply explode;
for, that’s how thoughts are designed.
Memories; scrapbooks of all things thought;
flow by; like cumulous clouds, above;
laying waste, to everything I’d wrought;
gently soothed, by the Master’s love.
The trees of the forest’s illusion have passed;
family scenes fill up my awareness;
those pictures of life, not destined to last;
simply illusions of life’s unfairness.
My mind assesses all of my past decisions;
determining the road I should have taken;
but, reality refuses to accept any revisions;
making me, sometimes, feel foresaken.
Why is it, I’m walking down memory road;
I’ve walked its sorrowful path before;
my mind grows weary, from such a heavy load;
for, it’s a repetitively heartbreaking encore.
I’ve never, ever, been opposed to change;
my past baggage, is filled with sorrow;
all past experiences are out of range;
I must start today; to change tomorrow.
Toxic memories cannot satisfy needs.
to heartbreak, this path binds me;
much of it, has been covered by weeds;
and it’s memories are all poison ivy.