My thoughts run wild through my mind
Opening doors to memories
good ones
and a few bad ones
I hear doors squeak open
rusty from being shut so long
some I bang shut quickly
I don’t wish to remember those
I am dazed
shocked by the vividness of my memories
it seems like only yesterday
I am growing older
the thoughts are getting weary
tired of running through my mind
they stop and rest
but I go on remembering
