Random Memory

When that memory comes back to haunt you, Recall what humble beginnings it shares It returns what started inside, long ago, Your vast storehouse of experience, ‘tis true, Though you might not recall its slumbering lairs So low. Consider what deep thoughts repose inside For years hidden, ever festering, who cares, Until your mind can no longer hold them in, so … Hurls them into your consciousness; never died, Let go!