Memories.

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Like many people, I tend to look back inside the memories in my mind and usually surprised how different of the person I was down the years.

We sole actors of this film, the only person in the audience, during a screening of this play.

Day to day, a vision in the mirror.
Film of memories recorded,
Of hardship, laughter,
Stored safely inside a computer of our brains.

Strangely looking back, reflect,
Upon ourselves,
Through the prism of memories.
As if episodes in life,
Were directed by producer,
Name of whom you can’t recall.

Spirituals tend to say,
That dead relatives of ours,
Observe us in life,
Judging decisions, choices.

I believe that the truth,
Is more sinister and scary.
It is not the relatives that visit us,
But each of us,
Will always be the biggest judge,
Of actions we perform.

We compare and analyze,
Break down and figure out,
Our actions and decisions,
With bitter strictness of a parent.

Few drops of nostalgia,
Are always present in this film.
Mixed with sorrow for wrong choices,
And opportunities long gone,
We create the saddest dish,
Too much vinegar, no salt.

We sole actors of this film,
The only person in the audience,
During a screening of this play.

We must remember of this fact,
Each day, in our life,
Make choices together with the mind,
Never miss a good chance around the corner.

Maybe then we will enjoy the dish,
Without tossing,
All the bitter bits,
At the screen,
During screening of your film.

Memories recorded inside our minds.

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