Deep in our sub-conscious, we are told lie all our memories, lie all the notes
Of all the music we have ever heard and all the phrases those we loved have spoken,
Sorrows and losses time has since consoled,family jokes, outmoded anecdotes
Each sentimental souvenir and token everything seen, experienced, each word
Addressed to us in infancy, before before we could even know or understand
The implications of our wonderland there they all are, the legendary lies
The birthday treats, the sights, the sounds, the tears forgotten debris of forgotten years
Waiting to be recalled, waiting to rise before our world dissolves before our eyes
Waiting for some small, intimate reminder a word, a tune, a known familiar scent
An echo from the past when, innocent we looked upon the present with delight
And doubted not the future would be kinder and never knew the loneliness of night.
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