Loss of a Temporary Gain (Lines and Lies)

I try to remember the good times...

The footprints have been erased
I can no longer trace
The origin of the lies
Or the fading lines
I don't know anymore
I'd rather fall asleep on the floor
What are dreams for if they defy the truth
I waste my time wondering in my youth
My future is at stake
Thinking of memories before they break...like a glass mirror
Wishing the memories would last
Long enough that I hold on fast
To everything I hold dear
I'd like to keep the good times quite near
I have some words on the tip of my tongue
But they only seem to want to run
So with that being said
I will be done with this poem and think more in my head...

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[Bear]

Keep typing your thoughts upon the screen, keep sharing and save your thoughts for in 5, 10, 15 years you might read today's thoughts again and realize though you've matured... perhaps not changed so much deep within!!