memoriesA Poem by Maxi have had this idea for a while, i just had to write this poem.
life is a string of memories
nothing more nothing less theres no such thing as now and how it turns to a memory this is a memory now this too you arent living just going through a long string of memories old ones forgotten new ones soon like water in a spoon you can only hold so many memories bfore your memory is over gone turned to dust starting to rust mabe only you are alive mabe no one else could survive and youre seeing memories that never played a record stuck with no sound a life that cant be found some times i lay and think, ideas flow like a sink but they drain into the pipe of memories and that pipe just goes to the sewer and the memories are cleaned and reused as more pointless memories and endless cycle of now and then that can never be broken and even though this poem is just a memory in time, i hope i made you think with this simple rhyme. © 2012 MaxAuthor's Note
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