Time, still remember,

still remember,

remember a time.

    Yes! A time of great sorrow,

sorrow that comes from losing a family member,

    Or sorrow that came from a broken relationship.

But did you get hurt?

Or did you do the hurting?

It still seems still,

and slow.

but you must move on to tomorrow,

and you must know,

What’s in your heart and soul,

As the wind rustles and everything goes by fast

You find yourself in the past.

    Hoping you could forget, because these memories make you regret.

What exactly do you regret.

    Perhaps the chances you never took;

or maybe the risks you overlook.

    Did you forget to say “I’m sorry.”

Or did you overuse it.

    So why can’t you forget?

Who is it? What is it? Why is it?

    It must’ve been bad because you’re going mad,

mad from exhaustion, confusion.

    What is so confusing?

Does it matter,

you still keep running

but you’re only getting madder.

But asking not to remember

is like commanding there to be no rain in December.

But the rain still falls,

falls in tears,

falls like broken hearts

like shadows cast themselves on the earth,

like broken glass or a corrupted mind,

like snowflakes,

Oh so kind,

But even what’s kind can be deceiving,

    and leave you screaming,

still believing but never seeing.

Wake up! It’s in your head! Wake up!

Get out of Bed! Wake up, because you’re not dead.

    Maybe on the inside

but you’re running out of time.

    As am I, as I run out of things to rhyme.

Don’t worry you’ll be fine.

So, rewind the clock, it’s Bedtime.

Time, time, still remember,
    never Forgetting, never resting.