That memory...

Someone is smiling to me.
Is it a face from the past perhaps?
From the future...?
It remains silent...
Telling me not.

Why is it here?
Is it here to encourage?
Saying not to worry...?
No answer do I get...

It makes me worry.
For not knowing the unknown.
For not knowing the things that I should.
Only mystery remains...
Mystery to tease my thoughts...

It follows me...
Coming when I come.
Leaving when I leave.
Part of me likes it.
Part of me doesn't.
Part of me wishes it would stay.
Part of me wishes it would vanish.
And part of me just doesn't simply know...
Whether to stay or go...

'From the green fields of the future...'
'From the black walls of the past...'
'That's where im from.'
'I am always here...'
'Always have been...'
'And always will.'
'I am part of you...
'I am that what makes you laugh.'
'And I am that what makes cry...'

I see something...
I see the self evident...
I see what I really am...
I see what will become of me...

'I can be the ghost from the past...'
'I can be the monster from the future...'
'I can haunt you forever...'
'Or I can give you strength to survive...'
'It is up to you...'
'Wheater you see me as evil or good.'

It can be your friend.
Or it can be your enemy.
It depends on what you have done...
And it depends on what you will do...

'I am here to guide...'
'And I am here to follow.'
'I am here to remind...'
'And I am here be your sorrow.'

'Because I am youre memory.'
'From the future and the past.'
'From the day you took your first breath.'
'To the day when you take the last one.'
'I am what you truly are...'
'And what you are going to be...'
'Memory...from the beginning to the end.'