Mist and Memories
yet another poem, this time inspired by my girlfriend saying something about lies ironically. I hope you guys like it, I figured it can hopefully tie you over for a little while as I prepare to write everything else I owe you.
People's lives are made up of Mist and Memories.
For, that is all anyone ever truly sees.
We spend our lives walking through the mist.
Never seeking to see what lies beyond our outstretched wrist.
We spend our time looking at the memories we've made.
Never searching for new paths which could be laid
Only giving into the delusions of the past which we crave
Always hoping that there is some shred of it we can save
Our memories are like the mist
Ever changing, with our every wish
Yet the core of them flips out of our grip like a fish
We wade through them, seeing only, what's in our grasp
Never straying into our clasp
Like Mist, our memories cloud the eye.
Causing many, of us to lie
Just like the difference in our memory
The mist is what lies between you and me
Hiding what's in our hearts
The mist lets us all play our parts
While our memory
Helps remind us of the pain lost in history
Memory helps us feel light and joy
While the mist guides us in circles, just like a toy
The mist calms and soothes who we are
Even as memory helps us go far
Life is made of Mist and Memory
So part the curtain and walk to me
If you do
I can promise you
Nothing but light and joy
and that I will never use you as nothing more than a toy.
For you see
I try not to live my life by the whims of the mist and my memory
I have opened my eyes as wide as they can go
And thanks to that, I have come to see
You are the one and only love for me.