Some are sweet, like a spring blossom

Some are tragic, so dramatic

Some are terrifying, making you question if nightmares are real

Some are regretful, tormenting you from the inside

A few makes you smile 

Fewer yet makes you laugh

But most are unpleasant to think about

There are much of we wish to forget

Yet they make up who we are

Yet they determine your actions

Yet they guide your actions

Yet they are precious

Memories, they don't exist

Memories, they are only in your head

Memories, they are of the past...

But memories,

Non-existent as they are, 

Only in your mind,

Mere specks of the past

Are something that is so powerful

It distorts the future