It cannot be passive, it cannot stay, Memory is a song, but it never stops to play. A cover of a moment, reshaped by now, Every new feeling gives it a new light, a new glow. What we remember is never quite clear, It’s not then, but it’s always here. A living process, we hold it near, A song from the past, but rewritten tonight. It’s not just storage, not stuck in time, Memory is a pattern, a quantum leap of time. Every new step, every new sight, Transforms the past into something new and bright. What we remember is never quite clear, It’s not then, but it’s always here. A living process, we hold it near, A song from the past, but rewritten tonight. The quantum of time, no step is the same, Moments collapse, like a flame of light’s name. Memory flows in time’s field, A story that always changes, always has been revealed. What we remember is never quite clear, It’s not then, but it’s always here. A living process, we hold it near, A song from the past, but rewritten tonight.
