The Script

Staring at me in the mirror
I wondered where time had gone
A different face had begun to appear
Still me, and yet.......

My mind begun to travel over the years
So many things I have done
So many words I have spoken
So many songs I have sung

Memories clear and fluid
Like a movie of my life
Too much I remember
Much I would like to forget

A memory this strong sometimes
A curse to be sure
The script wrtten by me, now set in time
Some of it sad, some of it pure

No sense running my fingers
Over the words carved in stone
It only brings forth a longing
Of things now gone, leaving me all alone

Life is but a mist, that we all must walk through
The mist hides the future, but leaves the past so clear
Curious it seems, but then maybe not
Could be the past creates our future. Something to be learned here