Oh memory,
be you,
an illusion?
A,
simplistic existence,
induced through an external stimulus?
For,
I wonder,
be you,
actual?
An,
existence which one deems,
real?
Be you,
that which exist tethered to every,
human?
Oh,
memory,
seek not this stagnant plea.
Seek not,
to have one constantly tethered to,
externalities.
To be,
bound by the sound of yesterday.
To,
deem every tomorrow,
today.
Oh,
memory,
be you,
that which creates vapor,
within the mind of many.
If,
within such,
be there,
no beginning.
Oh,
memory.
Shall you seek sound,
tethered to that of ancient minds?
Shall such,
allow one to comprehend,
human kind?
Shall memory,
in truth,
simply be knowledge,
yet to be,
found?
©yungb123
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