You awake in the morning
With memories of past,
And hope the day your mind to last.
Confusion intrusions as the world flows in,
You’re mere existence to feel a sin.
Each day is new though the past remains,
Building futures on memories pressures and strains.
Retracing steps run circles around,
Not moving forward feet stuck to the ground.
The force that holds you your memories it seems,
To escape the past and create new dreams.