tyranny of the remembering self

in service to a dying dream

that fades as i wake

as if it was never seen

run my fingers through a cloud of smoke

a passing glance at a running joke

we try to bottle lightning

but can't recount how it truly felt

if i can't take this with me

then tell me how i can draw this out

remembrance

experience

for which do we live?

drag me through and leave me broken

the memory is all we need to feel whole again

but it's just lines retraced

interpretation of the real thing

that's all that's left

we live in the past

we're pulled through everything

we can't react

we just relive

the happiness we think we seek

is limited by our need

to articulate precisely

what we have achieved

sitting backwards on the train

everything is pulled away

moving forward every day

forced to watch where i can't stay

drag me through and leave me broken

the memory is all we need to feel whole again

but there's nothing left