unfolding of a written archive

Memories are memories
when you still see what you received
A point in time absorbed, refined
sticking out that daily grind.
It arrives at you then you pass it on
to you children’s gen.
Don’t ask me when
just see it well
then let it go
forevermore

Memories are memories
When you still feel what you received
Its always here and now for all
Speaking loud to yourself
In dialogue expand it well
For signs to guide the inner child
Don’t ask me when
just feel it well
and let it go
forevermore

You are so free when you receive
A memory of distant life
it touches your status quo
inherently so magically.
Its there for you to put a smile
upon your face
slows you down tremendously.

Memories are Memories
When you receive it constantly
the present quo so vividly
you stopped to ask
me when will i see
So i know you have
arrived inside
now to let it go.

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