What Do I Do

what do I do with what I know thoughts overgrown with thick, green mold ghosts of those who once stayed close black and whites now overexposed they hang still, on hallowed walls what do I do with what once was portraits blurred, out of focus fuzz you say forget them, just because too many that caused me such a buzz they know more than they will tell what do I do with what's within to the sea I confess most sins all these waves could do me in will I drown or will I swim they wash still on sandy shores what do I do with constant thought all the pain and tears it brought is it for real of just for naught my heart ensnared and tightly caught they matter not, they matter not