The way our lives
Work
We seem
To be the ones
Working
While life
Takes
Our working
Souls
Away.
No matter
The task,
Big
Or
Small,
You
CAN
Conquer them
All.
Memories are like
Mystical
Magic.
Mystically
We have them
But
Magically
We do
Not
Memorize
Them.
Our work
Makes
Memories,
Sweet as can be.
But bitter
Is with every
Bite,
The taste
Of Life's
Delight.
I hope you like
Chocolate,
Because
Dark
As
Can
Be,
Our memories
Are raw
Like Cacao
Too,
You
See.
Memories
Are forever,
Chocolate is fleeting.
Life must be like a
Box
Of
Chocolates.
Chocolate can melt
Like our minds,
Our memories,
Our magic,
And
Becomes
A
Misfit
Like the
Mischief
That
We
Undertake.
Work hard,
But
Keep
Working
Smarter.
Memories.
Live with them,
Love because of them,
Laugh at the thought of them.
But never mistake
A
Memory
For
A
Moment.
We get infinite
Moments,
But the memories
Are
What become
Our
Infinite
In
A
World
Of
Being,
Doing,
Seeing,
Repeating.
What's your memory?
Short
Or
Long?
Happy
Or
Sad?
Life
Or
Living?
In all my years of living
Fitting in is hardly what I want to do at all.