Remembering Me

DoI have it in me,

buried in the foamy memories,

the very key that I need

to solve the puzzle called life?

The turmoil within me

now clouds my vision

As I hunt for  lucidity

Amongst the maze of chaos!

Learning, they say.

is a ritual of remembrance

for everything one seeks

is  locked deep within.

 

Do I trust myself

to recollect what I gained and lost?

To recognize those forgotten codes

and to rise up to my self?

And here I close my eyes,

yearning to see more,

in the grainy darkness of bliss,

than what I ever saw in the blinding light!

Will thoses memories seep in

and make me wise?

Will I rediscover myself

before I forget to remember?