1,2,3 and its all gone
1,2,3 and its all back

Everything disappears
but reappears again
Like a sick magic trick

Thats how memories are
How delightful

Like the cloudy mysterious lone mist
of my memories.
They haunt me daily.

1,2,3, and its all gone.
They are gone to join the mist
leaving no trace of evidence of their presence.

With a quick spark of lightening,
the sky roars loudly.
A clear warning of what is coming.

1,2,3 and they are back
bringing a huge cyclone of unwanted memories.
Sweeping me off my feet
and as well as any joy.
I had left.


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