Memories

In the times of past, where memories last, and nothing goes unseen, I watch myself, as an actor playing up on a screen, I know my lines, as I've memorized, every single scene, it makes me laugh, sometimes cry and even often scream, but no matter how I feel, the past remains the same, it's odd to think, of all I've done, when there is nothing I can do, to change the outcome of these thoughts, into something new, but yet, every night, you'll find me in my mind, thinking thoughts of memories, I've lost long ago in time, but perhaps, I'll try again, to what it is ill find, for I may change, with these thoughts, this simple past of mine.