Wander down the corridors of the mind
Exploring every thought
Of people and places scattered through time
And the lessons they've taught.
I find myself carressing every memory
Wanting it to stay with me
Wanting the return to innocences,
But that time has already been spent.
Like ripples in a pond, we affect our world,
Altering it slightly to meet our needs.
Each word is an almighty sword,
When misused the many will bleed.
By Anthony AJ Jackson