Pause And Ponder Poem by Smoky Hoss

Sometimes I pause and ponder
the old things I just can't recall,
days and memories gone
like years past, spring, summer and fall -
Are they all still around, somewhere?
Or are they moved into the world
of everywhere, that quite, still place
that is within us all, and we are
all within it.
The ropes that bind us, eventually
break. Releasing us from so much,
often times, even our memories.
Some would fuss and curse over this,
but perhaps gratitude would be
a better option, for how could our souls ever
fly everywhere if they are forever tied
to anywhere?