The future made me worried, And I forget who I was I’m drifting apart To nowhere I find comfort in peace, And I listen to the silence that was given Now I’m crawling To somewhere And I have this bag Full of memories My thoughts to float away To the universe My failure is my only fear But I learned nothing is fearless And my solid ground Isn’t more than solid I walk behind my footsteps Away to nothing and everything I walk in my world My inside is getting out And I have this bag Full of memories Unspoken letters Will be written Word by word © Soulwriter, 2007 I'm a bit curious, what you all think of it :&
I reall liked it. It speaks of the uncertainty that eveyone feels inside of them. You go through life and you don't really know if you are getting it all right in the moment. Nostalgia always seems to make everything that happens in the past so much better than now. I liked to live in the past there for a while and dip too often into my own 'bag of memories' but the only real way forward it to live for the moment. Keep on writing!
