كلمات Weaving Memories

When I sing praises of my former self It seems to me It’s bent into what it’s supposed to be I have been longing for more To relive the day That will always remain Just a thought away Time and again Worlds that I mend Lack the villains That define them All the heroes Have forgotten Weaving memories Weaving memories Without care I tie in knots the threads that lead me where I flee Into a place that’s not quite history I am aware I ignore What I leave askew Realign, misconstrue I’m happy, aren’t you