a world figuring out who I am

Such a long time ago
So much time has gone by
I can only make the stories up
How I wish they were
How I think they were
How it should had been
I have shards of memories
Shards of my life
Fragments that have become
Fragments that have made me who I am
The dreams, laughs and hopes
Most are gone
Most are new now
Most will never come back
I can only cherish that time and remember the good times


From the mind of Cogliostro