E.B. Pointy-Pen

They say that it's their choice.
That they choose what happens.
Maybe, it's not that they get to choose what goes on, but it's that they get to choose to go along with it, be okay with it.

HOPE follows me everywhere.
in my SHADOW, in my SONG, in my SMILE
no matter how I fall asleep, the new day is FRESH. 
I hold the past in my HEART, and move on in spirit.

I WAKE UP ONE MORNING.
THE DAY BEFORE IS GONE, A MEMORY.
YEARS PASS, MORE AND MORE MEMORIES.
GOOD, AND BAD.
AN INFINITE SPACE WITHIN THE SOUL,
IN WHICH ALL YOUR MEMORIES STAY,MOTIONLESS,WAITING TO BE STIRRED.

    I WAKE UP ONE MORNING.
THE DAY BEFORE IS GONE, A MEMORY.
YEARS PASS, MORE AND MORE MEMORIES.
GOOD, AND BAD.
AN INFINITE SPACE WITHIN THE SOUL,
IN WHICH ALL YOUR MEMORIES STAY,MOTIONLESS,WAITING TO BE STIRRED.