Memory

I go this way and that
And then ramble some more
I keep on searching for something
Not knowing what I am looking for

Sometimes I  see same warp and woof
Sometimes a different yarn
At times I feel my life's stories
Are worth less than tales before I was born

When focused I pursue
Inconsequential  with all my zeal
When diffused I accept
The mundane to be really real

Strange game we play
Learn and unlearn
Retain in memory
Or discard each day

2nd Jan 2015
Didcot
© Ratish