we are full of stories to tell

memories we store and dreams that we sell

soon they fade from view

sadly they dry as the morning dew

ignorant of a dream's worth

or a lesson to which  memory gave birth

grasp life given visions

bite in with sharp teeth and oblivion's derision

cut wood with blood

sink the blade in deep to help grow the bud

resist the forgetful force

remember the pieces of your course