Persistence of Memory

 

You said it was over a thing of the past

The persistence of memory it always lasts

The role of a fool for which I was cast

I’m afraid the storm has torn down the mast,

 

My sail boat in the stormy sea

The bottom of a bottle will never set me free

Blinded to the destination that will be key

I’m off course headed for tragedy,

 

Remember a different time when there was hope

Remembering when love was not this slippery slope,

 

The illusion of feelings like my Medusa or so it seems

Paralyzing my mind with my hopes and dreams

All the Sirens of my turbulent strife

Beckoning me to the ship wreck of my life,

 

I’m just this sailor adrift in the sea

Imprisoned by the persistence of memory

What is gone and can never be

Forever tortured by the persistence of memory,

 

Remember a different time when there was hope

Remembering when love was not this slippery slope,

You said it was over a thing of the past

The persistence of memory it always lasts

The role of a fool for which I was cast

I’m afraid the storm has torn down the mast.


 

 

 

 

 

 

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