I wrote about life when I was younger and believed what I had said,
Not that of a great philosopher but of a simple man instead,
And as I look back into those days and read my words now lost,
I find that what I said back then were merely youthful dreams and thoughts.
Thoughts of wonder, fantasy of hopes and some of lust,
But then again, they were just dreams along the paths of dirt and dust,
Dreams that lifted my spirit and heart, building courage to conquer no matter the cost,
Driving forward with a head full of steam, simply thoughts of a man’s hopes and dreams.
Then as I grew, I lost all those memories,
I lost my desires, my hunger, my pleasures,
I lost my need to move ahead,
To conquer the weak and mean what I said.
So now I sit lonely along riverbanks
Gazing in waters where once I gave thanks
Asking for answers and how I should walk
Through the waters of memories now that are lost!
Beautifully written. Memories are what gives us our present, and I feel too they are never lost, just dorment until something stirs.
This is so beautiful Johnny. Thank you for sharing!
You are giving inspiration with your raw truth. We don’t live in the past anymore. The heavy cloak of darkness is off!
Have a wonderful week
Paula
It is a good thing to embark on a journey into the memory of mature people when needed. A journey through maturity through memories aims to accept the events that have already happened, integrate them into one’s life and better manage one’s emotions.
Good luck Johnny, I hope to read you again soon.
Extremely authentic, deeply rooted within your soul. What you write I feel, I think often that you and I have walked some of same dusty roads. I truly love this my brother
Johnny, it’s great to see you writing again. Memories lost are so very painful. You have just painted a mosaic of feelings and images. Thank you for sharing your art.
Thank you Joel, I feel like I’m going to explode because the words come like gusts of wind and then die!
Johny, thank you for replying to my comment. You have given so much with your words. No matter how many words you lose there will always be more. Words are a gift you have. from you, there will always be words.
Johnny – Good to see you writing again. I pray that your inspiration and joy will flow from your pen, my friend. Loved this honest confession.
Trying to find the rhythm my friend! It’s been a long dry spell. God bless
Thank you my friend. I’m attempting to weave my thoughts once again and pull myself from the darkness where I had been resting! We’ll see!
Extremely authentic, deeply rooted within your soul. What you write I feel, I think often that you and I have walked some of same dusty roads. I truly love this my brother