Little Shop of Memories

Lost in the colors of this lilac bloom I stood by the door within this dark room "Perhaps you'll find a memory or two inside" I count the faces within the photographs Throughout the walls, like notes on a staff Eyes followed in mute appeal Strangers from the big wheel "Come.... take a look" One look and it begins to reveal One note, "is this even real?" One life, what time has concealed One touch, it feels so unreal "Things can be burned... But memories never fade" They don't erase They don't go away "Ahh! But I know so many things!" "What a tragic end to your life together... Don't you think?" "I have many things to show you!" "There is one last thing I can show you..." Walk with me Show me a purpose Talk to me Guide me to surface Teach me This self performance Swim to me And break this circuit Please.... please show me! "This... is my memory.... come take a look!" "You see... my memory is a bit special" "What... are you doing to me?" "Well... isn't it obvious?" "Welcome to my collection"