Memory, not needing to say a word
for having vision within the soul.
Slaves, entwined in each other
Charioteer for your mind,
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A shimmering dream
A illusion for the heart
A puzzle for the brain
A entity that makes us question what reality is
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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
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I look inside my head, seeking secrets of my future
Yet as far as the eye can see is a canvas
A dazzling abyss of purity
I hear voice echoing in the distance
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The sound of golf balls clicking brings me joy.
The ball is flying like a soaring bird.
Yet walking hours throughout the burning course.
Too soon these days of golf come to an end.
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