memory bank

Trouble tied tight to the tree trip line travesty. Tougher times sharpened the edge of your patience, and abrasion erodes it thinner and thiner. A wet stones job wears on the soul polishing as the grit gets finer. Mirrored finish glinting back into your minds eye, leaving you with a lost stare from its blinding glare. Reflected light illumination brings forth a clarity, investigated beyond the shadow of doubts left no stone right side up but never changing their direction leaving all stones unturned. Missed out on deep-seated truths as the time you didn't spend. Time will never come back to you. An account that can never be added to but withdrawals happen at every moment, no matter if you need the funds or not.