Spirit and Time.

The time comes
When we leave our  lives
But really, do we die?
For death as permanent, is a lie
That time a spirit I will become
It will be a great time
My body defines me to the world
My clothes define me to the world
But they are temporary mortal and physical
Who I truly am is invisible
I am a manifestation of the spiritual
The time will come to leave this span of space and time
To become a true immortal, a traveller of lifetimes

How do I say goodbye to yesterday?

How do I say goodbye to yesterday?

Gone are the days of my innocent childhood

Long gone are the days of my naive adolescence

Never again, never again, such memories

It is different when you become an adult

In a crystal ball in my mind are the memories

Memories of play, talk, and dreams

Life moulds breaks and reshapes us we grow

We shed thoughts and create new ones

Then long after we yearn for that yesterday

We think of that time for that was

How can I say goodbye to yesterday?

We keep the sweetest and bitterest of memories

They  lurk like phantoms

We only shed the bad effects and keep the good effects

But they stay just like a fuzzy haze

Like a drug-infused purple haze

In an isolated, seldom visited corner of the mind

They never really go away

It is only how you perceive them and deal with them

Dark and dank, filled with cobwebs

Sunny and sweet, filled with roses

Memories lurk in the back of our minds