Footprints in Sand

Moments frozen in time, The shadow that walks behind me Through day and fades by night. This is but a reflection. What seems so real, only A neuron that fires, it's wires Lighting the emotional wildfire That may surrender us or Very well may save us. What will become, these Moments that make up our mind Yet may only fill a frame? What hours of hope in wonder, What footprints will be made, only to hide in the rise of the tide. This is but a farewell. What makes a man without memory? He wears well that guise which will Only ever serve to prove him a shell. In memory, we become and Forgettance, we erode until Mannequin is all that remains.