Where have all my memories gone
I think I’ve used them all
The new ones are just not the same
They aren’t mine, and I’m not to blame
Day by day they stalk me, haunt me
Forcing me to see what they see
Am I in my life, or that of another?
Feeling this stream is trying to smother
The surface is so far above me now
Fighting for air, pushing upward
“Get out of my head, leave me alone”
These are not the seeds I have sown
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 