And who tomorrow

Memories wash over soiled with pain of things once was now loss today everywhere I go and all that I see remind me of what again will never be can I turn back to so long ago and again find then what once was me waves do call to me the road beckons me on to places were then memories will not be can I break away and set myself free and find somewhere else where I might be me on roads I have not traveled and places I have never seen were others might greet me not knowing of me might I then somewhere become a new me and become someone of memories be free