In the vastness of one’s life,
Thousands of People come and go,
they build memories, they build you,
they become a part of “the show”…
when they leave, some more so
you are left picking the pieces
to rebuild yourself, rebuild the next show,
because with time, the living eases…
sometimes you can’t help but wonder
how could you imagine a new story…
without the same plot,
and the players in all their glory…
but some times its the memories
of the glorious past,
the smiling faces in pictures and old familiar faces
that become the gentle wind under our life’s mast…
Musings of a confused nut! 