If we could imitate our life
And live it as we so wish,
We could live life free from strife
And not put up with this.
Our siblings could be ours by choice,
Our friends because of chance;
We could choose our very own voice
And we could choose romance.
I can hear my life resounding,
Echoing down through time
I can hear my life rebounding
Making the Great Clock chime.
No one lives in Memory Palace
But their echoes shake the walls
I wish my life to be free from malice
And I will watch the Palace fall.
I’ll reside here on Memory Lane
With all its shops and stores
We can’t choose someone to blame
But we can still close the doors.
The waves will wash with a righteous feel
Life can take its time with fate
Memory remembers what does appeal
While life’s echoing comes too late.
© Kris Blackburn circa 2002