They say keep going, move forward
You’ll get through it and one day
You’ll laugh, cry and the pain will simply melt away.

It’s true and a lie it’s not away, it’s not died or dimmed, just paused in time –
It’s all lessons that I’ve carried along for the ride
And behaviour that I’ve masked and stimmed for, and sometimes hide.

Memory is tricky like holding water with a fork,
Selective and tiring holding on to all hope
That what you remember is even accurate at all.

Do I paint prettier pictures? Do I embellish the colour?

So, I’ll face forward but keep checking back
Because my life’s a lesson for the future I lack
Knowledge of, to see never too clearly

Before I fade to black.