As i walk through the corridors of my mind
I look into rooms of times gone past
small and large each one of a kind
bright ones, dark ones and some over cast
only in my mind do they live and last.
They hold my memories, good and bad
Times of happiness and cheer
Times of sadness and fear
Times of betrayal and loyalty
Times of confusion and clarity
The one thing they all make me see
is that without them i am not me.