Forever Just a Memory

Scattered pieces troubled times,
corrupting young one's minds,
sharp illusions glide bye,
not noticeable to all but catches my eye,
this does not fit the mold we created,
should we have waited,
is it that you don't know what this means,
am I falling apart at the seems,
though my broken heart and troubled mind is forever just a memory,
drifting along with the rest among the sea,
cannot escape this place to where I'm bound,
all that's here is the unwanted sounds,
nothing compares to that one moment of true passion,
something you just can't imagine,
this purpose of life is to learn a lesson,
each day is but a blessing.

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