What if your heart is with one
and your mind with another
What if the world ended now
and you dug through the rubble
and found a book
and you were told to bring it West.
But the world is round.
After some traveling, going West brings you back to where you started.
Then, would you gripe and bitch?
Or sit down and reflect upon experiences learned?
There's a man in the mirror.
But a mirror like no other.
For within are dozens of doors.
Some lead to calming streams with children playing pebbles
Others lead to raging storms and howling winds.
Some open to new frontiers
Others to impending doom.
And some to history.
One or two may lead to red roses
or a braying pony.
One or two might lead to a skeleton in the closet
Or open a can of worms.
And, what happens then?
To see, and be reminded of the past.
To be dismissed within the blink of an eye
But dismissed as what?
History; a chapter closed?
Or as a joke and to laugh about it and a new chapter begins?
I could have sworn I knew you.
And for a time we did too.
Yet there's a time to know, and a time to forget.
I can't forget you.
Each and every of you.
'Cause you forge and mould.
And I'll never let you go.
