Gears
Rotating, spinning, and grinding
All moving together to help the cause
The gears in my head
Help me process information
They store it to form memories
Memories of my childhood
Memories of yesterday
The bad and the good
The wind blowing through my hair
As the wind picks up across the Lake
My boat speeds up
Laughing while hail comes down
Summer and memories
Or
Summer memories
The best ones
With friends and family
Memories those gears saved
Memories my brain will never forget
Memories I can’t live without
What helps me write
What helps me with my future
What keeps me looking forward
To the
New possibilities that could arise
From those gears that help me tick
And tock
Moving as one.
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