Memorbilia

Memorabilia 
By Nate kemp 
Mentally jerking off to my memories
Like I can't remember how to remember 
The memories held by these here Memorabilia's...
Lost hold of my memory and can't get it back...
Slipping into this abyss with no way out...
Yet I'm trying desperately to slip out the back...
Doors wide open path so long...
Walking along this road trying to find where I belong...
Songs playing in my head...
Repeating everything the bible ever said...
Truth in my words...
Knowledge in my hands...
Wisdom is the bed that I sleep in...
So I rise to speak so to the lands...
Bland as the taste buds in the morning...
Dark and gloomy like a funeral without mourning...
Sitting in my room waiting for tomorrow morning...
I mean it seems like the knowledge I seek
Is that of which I can't keep...
Because all here on earth that we seek
Are all the things that soon turn to make us weak...
So the things on earth that we seek are soon taken in the end...
Enlightened by the enlightenment of others...
But now its by this enlightenment im being lightened...
Never frightened...
Fighting for some lighting ...
Only a few will get this so its those few that will be truly awakened with this enlightenment that for the sublime im making