The Yin-Yang of Memory
Sometimes I can forget you And it’s in those moments that I find myself Only to realize that I’m looking at A reflection of A memory of A time when I was me Seen through the eyes of a new man That you’ll never meet One of life’s little ironies, I suppose That learning to sleep alone Is the lesson you taught me And that growing up is inevitable If you plan to survive In this twisted, backward, crazy, mixed-up world Other times I remember you And it’s in those moments that I find myself Renewed as a phoenix from the ash After you burned the future we dreamed While I walked away from a life we’d already left behind A long time ago It’s another of those twisted ironies That there, in the yin-yang of memory I’ll always be able to find you When I need you And I cant help but wonder That it should be such a blessing And such. A. Fucking. Curse.