How fascinating is our mind…how vast

for in it…all our memories are stored…

and no matter how many memories we’ve made

there’s always room for more.


Sometimes I think our mind is like an endless ocean

with an infinite amount of waves

where on the crest…as each one flows

a memory is saved


Where we can dip our toes into the water to remember

or wait for a memory to break upon our shore…’

Sometimes I wonder if our memories

are what make our ocean’s roar.


Sometimes I think each memory is like a cloud

floating in our mind’s endless sky

set adrift upon the wind…continuously floating by


Where we can touch the clouds that carry happy memories

again…and again…and again…

while the clouds that carry our sad memories

sometimes fall on us…like rain.


Sometimes I think our mind is like a tree with endless branches

where all our memories are concentrated

and every time we make a memory…a new leaf is created.


Where we can choose to pick our memories…

from the leaves both big and small…

or…when we give the tree a shake…

or the wind is strong…

some memories just fall.


Memories can be unpredictable…

some are ephemeral 

some irrepressible….

Still…it’s nice to know we have a place

where they are so accessible

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