Perhaps I should not let my mind
Wander to such far away places
Does my memory change the past?
Do sparks become fires? Do ghosts now have faces?
What I remember is not so clear to me now
Have I forgotten the truth? And replaced it with lies?
Or is it all obscured, in all of our minds
Like stories told by the dim and wise
But if I recall what never became
I may be the savior whose brain is untainted
Or am I the one who’s completely insane?
Do facts really matter in a world that will shatter
Minute by moment by glance?
Do lies change a person like ink into water
Are we all only given one chance?
They say start again, the sun never fails
But unfortunately I don’t feel the same
I think we all grow to be what we must be
And memories mean everything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem