As I lie on my bed, My mind becomes filled with thoughts of voices and pictures; Some are special moments in life that I'll never forget. There is no explanation for these moments, I'm not able to choose which memories remain with me forever. It is as though my life is a bedtime story; My memories are the parts I'd beg my mom to read again, Myself and those I love are the characters that made the story worth hearing, And ultimately, the story ends with a most perfect sleep. However, it is not only the past that I see tonight, Thoughts of the future, a time to be, can also be seen. Perhaps these are dreams, though I'd prefer them not to be. I'd rather think of these as visions, a truth not yet written. For are these not the moments you wish to hold in memory? An unconscious mind in thought is pure.