Remember the Glass

Remembering is hard for me.

It's not difficult to remember 9/11. It's very easy actually.

It's hard to remember because than I remember everything I'm trying to forget. Can you want to forget something that you tried so hard to make sure you never forgot?

It's too hard, some things.

I've seen a vision of my life
And I wanna be delivered
In the city with the sinner
I've done a lot of things wrong
But I swear I'm a believer
Like the prodigal son
I was out on my own
Now I'm trying to find my way back home

Sometimes you take yourself places and you know you can't ever go back. Looking back, there is a glass wall seperating you between the past and the present. The glass isn't clear; it's hard to see everything so you get glimpses instead. You know, standing on that side of the wall, you have to move forward because no matter what, you can never go back. You knew that, walking through the door but that's how it works. An idea that looks really great at the time can seem not so optimal later.

When I look back, that's what I'll remember. Walking through the door, and standing on the other side of the glass, wondering if I wanted to go back. Wishing the future could take a 180 degree turn so I could be reunited with my past, only this time it would work. But of course, that isn't possible. The wall is there, keeping me out.

I'll always remember what I can see. Not everything, but just enough.