The Past Decides the Future

I look back at all the years,
All the joys and all the tears.
I think about what’s ahead,
As I lay quietly in my bed.
I know I should try to sleep,
But these memories softly creep
Into my head and through my mind,
To the place where they’re enshrined.
The good, the bad, the in between,
All the things that I have seen,
They make me who I am today,
They frame the words I have to say.
Without my memories I would not be
Who I am, they make me free.