memories

The past reflects back
from time to time.
The only problem is that
sometimes its not mine.

The life of someone else
reflects into my pool of life.
Its as if I'm living
in another's shadow.

The great deeds that they committed
make me seem like an ant
struggling to make something on my own.

Building memories in life
is like ants building their hill
no one ant can do it on their own
It takes many to help it take shape.

No one memory should hold you back
live like a caterpillar after its cocoon is gone
spread your wings to the sky that is life
live free and enjoy life.