My life is an hourglass, pouring faster as I grow.
And in each grain of sand, a memory will start to flow....
and the hourglass lets me sift through the sand as I go
Some memories can be much harder to replay than the one before.
When I see those, I remember and then lock them behind my concrete door
where they'll remain as my foundation evermore
Looking back in the past can be tricky, like trying to clean out a photo drawer
I start out with good intentions, and I end up sitting in tears
with photos all around me on the floor
Some of the tears that come are happy, while others are to
seal my broken heart. Memories can come in if they're triggered
or they can come as a flood that you can't stop
I have to choose the future of my heart
The sands of time passed by quickly,
as I walked with my head turned to the rear.
My own demise before my time would make me worry
while an unlived life is what I truly had to fear
So now I say "What the hell" a bit more often
get past myself and try to hang on to the ride
It's been said that this is not a dress rehearsal
and I'd rather give it a shot than stay behind to hide.
Robin Eve Chifari
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