Crumpled up in my top drawer.
They keep me up at night,
Speak volumes of all that we’ve endured.
They’ve led us to this moment in time.
It all happens so fast;
In the blink of an eye, you’d wonder how we got here.
But the past is gone, and the future is mine.
It’s just not all how I remember it by,
They say a memory is your perception
Of the last time you thought of what you’d seen.
And now it’s tearing me up inside.
It’s hard not to dwell on a past life
That was never mine.
Just the perception
Of a lost dream.