reflections of life
entwined within the years
remembering times when tears filled the eyes
every heartbeat within a moment of time
constant growth
constant backtracking
back and forth movements
pressed between the pages of life
often we simply wing it
other times we sing it
this isnt any different
than a meer rhyme
that prevails to be horrific
or maybe terrific
reminders are like blinders
that stand beside us to remind us
that the memories that remain
are meant to guide us