Sometimes when I wake
I wonder how such time has passed
How the years have come and gone
and filled me with memories
They become part of me
in ways I notice - and in some I don't
I pray that I become a little wiser
Or at least less foolish
To live without my memories
I might feel free and without worry
but that would only be a part,
just a fraction of who I am
I want live here in the moment
without being afraid of all that's past
I want to remember everything
and allow it to settle peacefully
