Memory, The Cause Of Being Poem by JOBY JOHN

Bounded memory, the dam
Where great potential resides
Is harmless until the bounds get week.
One day I am sure it will.
Its spontaneous flow,
Powerful emotions
Create and destruct everything.
When I was a child
I saw its growth
And witnessed how it was shackled.
I heard, ' You never....'
Again, ' Why did you...? '
'Liberate me from these shackles.
Let me fly as an unbounded Prometheus',
I heard its cry from my heart.
That turns waste lands productive.
' I remain for the time, you think.
Never... time is being transcended.
Where I exist is where you are.'
Memories of the past, the stimuli
Create the dreams of the future.
Memory, the cause of being
Teaches where we never.