Uneasy Pills – Rantings of a lost ID.iot

As memories grow old.. 1

I understood today, as my memory grows old, that which I recalled past, aged also.

Time possess both my mind and my roots

I understood today, as my memory grows old, that which I recalled past, no longer remains the same.

Seeing for miles, obscured by objects of unnatural creation.

Time possess both my mind and my roots but worst of all, it changes what I once remembered as a boy.