I am a prisoner of my thoughts and memories , my life time of memories and thoughts of long long ago , since when , since childhood to adult , and adult to old age .

Few pleasant , many not so , sunk in mind , drifting now aimless , wish to erase , cannot ,
stuck like hand inside glove or glove inside the hand , cannot enumerate .

Memories of Parents , Brothers , Aunts and Uncles , Friends , gone long ago , leaving memories inedible , alike a baby in the cradle to swing by itself .
WISH WAS BORN IN ANOTHER TIME AND ANOTHER WORLD .
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