Painting
Pictures of my
Memories I
Can see them still
But it’s so
Easy to fall
Victim to all
The golden hues
How can
I be so sure
That I remember
With unclouded view
Just like
My house and my name
They go up in flames
Every moment here is fleeting
No use
Never finding meaning
Woke up
Dead in the creek
I’ve been here for weeks
Or months at least
Crocodile in the stream
Flashes its teeth
As he looks at me
Stranded in the tall grass
Breathing gets fast
I hear them laugh
Fell down into the pool
I’ve been such a fool
Every memory is fleeting
Grip tight
The last bit is leaving
Make up your own past and future
No one there in the end but
You and yourself
Pictures of my
Memories I
Can see them still
But it’s so
Easy to fall
Victim to all
The golden hues
How can
I be so sure
That I remember
With unclouded view
Just like
My house and my name
They go up in flames
Every moment here is fleeting
No use
Never finding meaning
Woke up
Dead in the creek
I’ve been here for weeks
Or months at least
Crocodile in the stream
Flashes its teeth
As he looks at me
Stranded in the tall grass
Breathing gets fast
I hear them laugh
Fell down into the pool
I’ve been such a fool
Every memory is fleeting
Grip tight
The last bit is leaving
Make up your own past and future
No one there in the end but
You and yourself
( Conor Lynch )
www.ChordsAZ.com