The Reruns Of Life
Memories are movies, we’ve seen before;
that we choose to see, once again;
to dreams of our past; we’ve an open door;
curiosity, leads us, to come in.
Why be so entranced by movies we've seen;
that we want to see them once more;
it’s, as though, they’re our favorite dream;
much like reaching a friendly shore.
Memories and movies are just dreams;
illusions of thoughts on a mind;
life is the flow of discordant streams;
all reruns shall be left behind.
Today and tomorrow are exactly the same;
it serves no purpose to count the hours;
although time is most often given the blame;
time is needed, to grow the flowers.
Why do our thoughts thrive on repetition;
why not just issue commands;
wandering thoughts live for competition;
love overrules demands.
Every life, lived; is a series of dreams;
its memories; often repeated;
a tug of war between multiple extremes;
until evil becomes defeated.
Memories flow, like tears from our eyes;
they were never meant to stay;
the re-runs of life; we’ve come to despise;
in death, will be wiped away.
Monty 1.19.26. # 3,156