The memories that come near us,

Both good and bad,

All of them eventually coming to an end,

But never forgetting a single one.

Both good and bad,

Wishing you could re-live some and re-do others,

But never forgetting a single one,

Thinking about how you could have done them differently.

Wishing you could re-live some and re-do others,

As relaxing as the blue ocean on a warm day,

Thinking about how you could have done them differently,

Like making a wish after you blow out the candles on your birthday cake.