The Structure of Memory

Memory.

A flower sprouted within one's mind

Keeps records or every color one created

In a bed of grass called the head.

A sea of torments as far as the horizon

A boat navigating through emotions

Fishes one night out of the ocean

And created feeling out of it.

The plaza of thoughts, where one ponders

Lampposts scattered though,

Lighting the way to the train

Thus a line of thinking created.

Why has the tree of knowledge sprouted within?

The draught it created, the river of memories

Where has it gone to? Where does it lead?

Cloud covered the light of truth.

Do not worry for the navigator is right here

It will lead us to the path of Tomorrow

As well as the Path of the Future

So don't forget the flower of Memory as well as Thought.