Come and fly with fears. Dreams broken never die While challenges lay bare. Fighting will never settle the score And your lineage will never swear, but by their life. Immaculate beginnings of your History clearly peters out To make way for a prosperous future. Body skillfully dreams Of childhood ambitions. Suffering in silence, Burning in a foreign heat. You are dealing with a flashing dream. A memory damaged by the present. A theory to make the moment right. I make due with All that lays before me, But can believe in the hope to salvage A sugar sweet design, A softer piece of mind. That you want this memory to please Says much of who you are. But who are we That we crave a new beginning Sculpted from the same material as the past? That doubt you have in mind Stitches wounds in time To the point that you cannot grasp The power of memory. Yet deep down you can feel the material. Finished loving knowledge. Famished with folding Bread and blind ambition. Growing and watching right Up until you find a fault. The crack in your idealized past. You find from time to time where you went wrong. Played the way through As the hero in the tale. The villain never existed. Here you reign Then you cower To the unrelenting power Of a replayed vision The way it always occurred. As in puddles You are oil Misshapen, but efficient. We are afflicted while we take a bath in memory. Washing with the walking pace, The sour taste of love and grace.