Skipping Stone

I was just thinking of my memories The good, bad the happy and sad The ones I wish I could forget But never will The ones I wish I could remember But never can The people I have loved and lost My memories are full of people who shared my dreams But found themselves lost in my nightmare Though the nightmare was no less Than a dream in itself As a stone skips across the water Sometimes the emptiness overwhelms me As the memories are close enough for me to taste. Yet forever out of reach Lost in the darkness created by my addictions For my memories were too much to bear And I just had to forget The guilt of my own shame And I was so confused that I thought the needle Was taking away my pain When it was the very thing that created it As a stone skips across the water I ask of you dear Lord What am I to be? He replied, “Mike you are the stone skipping out to me” I don’t know exactly what that means But I reckon someday I will Until then all I can say The Lord and I are skipping still For everyday is a memory and tomorrow is a dream And I am just a simple stone skipping down the stream