Memory

Today’s memories are just as clear as last year’s.
This morning’s events, as sharp as childhood fears.
As far as I can tell, they’re the same to me,
There is no way to dull an old memory.
All the pain I fell in the haze of the fight,
I know will be thoughts by the end of the night.
Once it occurs, it’s a memory then,
It’s no more important than the last ten.
The present is everything, I know it won’t last,
It hurts me to think that it will all be my past.
What has happened in my life makes up what is me,
I lose all that is, if I lose my memory.