Memory

The word of the past,
To show us what was.
It never leaves us,
Yet it is never there.
Omnipotent, though we are,
It evades us ever.

To show the power us to,
It controls eye of mind.
Leads us around paths new,
To recreate ours, a new fate.
To its purposes of self,
Shows its mind to us too.

Control it are thoughts ours,
Our intentions, narcissism.
Out hands to grasp they do,
We show our mind-span puny.
In the end it is ever gone,
But ever in front of us.

Urging the undeniable power,
Shows us what it can do.
Of all the things we can do.
Of all the power, will we have.
Why is it, oh ye sons of god,
Cant you control your mind, fate?

Anthony