Memory, like a drop of water
There one day, then gone forever
Purifying and cleansing, but not lengthy enough to catch
Others, stain you, scar you
They haunt you in the present, and cloud your vision for the future
Frozen in time, the key to the past, and a wall to the future
Barrels of poison, and fountains of gold
Then one day the moment slips away
Whether happy or sad, funny or serious
One more precious drop
Falling and falling
Into the abyss of memory.