Names are not faces,
Regardless of what memory serves.
If so, my face is split,
And personality proven nonexistent.
I am not healed yet;
My soul proves quite resistant.
The past-offering futures;
The present-dictated by history.
Forget not, however,
That the present has power over past.
For what’s past has not passed,
And is therefore not past.
What remains is your choices;
They govern many things.
Will is very important-
If you are to be anything.
So remember this truly,
forgotten things bear mystery.
But what’s evident is you,
And your control over history.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
N8ce poem. Read mine _ Memory Is a Cheating Thing _ Adeline