North and South.

East and West.

How many times could you travel to the past?

The friends,

The family,

The memories you make,

Could never change the way you’ll think.

You feel as if you can forget the past,

But the past is what usually changes your path.

The next day comes,

That same day ends.

Most of that you feel as if it’ll never end.

The memories come,

And the memories fade.

Do you remember today as today,

Or as if it were yesterday?