Memory

Sometimes our lives descent to ruins

                 Once you read this you will pass by it.
                 Might think about it for a moment
                 Eventually forget it. Go on with what you know as life.

The Sun always sets in the West

                 It’s not your fault. No.
                 The human mind is programmed to be like this.
                 This was not always the case until we became
                 A line in the news.

Life is short, live the best out of it, then leave it.

                 Wasn’t this always the case? “Cliché” you’ll think.
                 What can I do if everything has been said before,
                 Other than try to change the words?

Art does not exist to be original. It exists to pour some drops of soul
Into an ocean of existence.
Art is a canvas and artists add some colour each time they create,
No matter how original or “cliché” that colour is.
“Cliché” you’ll think and look down on me
But always think about it in the dark until memory fails you.

Sometimes our lives descent to ruins
                 And then we forget what we didn’t want to forget.
                 We forget who we are and base our path on instinct.
                 We stop for a moment to remember but we forget why we stopped.
                 No other reason than to keep going.

Rebuilt the ruins. Remember.
Memory is fragile.
Treasure it.