What is anything
If not memories
Memories of what has been thought
People, places, events
Wars that have been fought
Memories in steel, stone, and concrete
Of designs, and designers
Some long since
Turned to dust
As our old world crumbles
Our memories fade as well
Paper turns back to pulp
Papyrus rots
Even the stone tablets
Wear away
The memories
Of who we are
What we've done
And how to do things
Are so fleeting
So easily lost
Sometimes easily changed
Like some grand game
Of telephone
Tomorrow
I'm not the same person I was today
But I remember
For a time
Then that will be gone
Replaced by newer memories
Until I myself am gone
And only a memory
And eventually
That will fade too
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