Memories
Is it just a fact that humans stop
or just a fact they die.
Is it true they carry all their thoughts
or just a thought they try.
Can they contact you from in their grave
or signal you from Heaven?
Do they wear sharp clothes upon themselves
or just like bread lay leaven.
Do they float around between the stars?
Are they in our homes to haunt?
Will they bear a grudge to some of us
or just out for a jaunt.
Were they once alive with all of us
or figments of my mind.
Did they give us birth and raise us up
for all of us to find.
If I hear from them and they're all alive
will you all believe it's true?
Will you lock me up for being insane
and call the boys in blue.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2015
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