Sillygomania

A man once told me

That it was important never to forget

Because the ghosts of our past

Know every line of our history

And when we feel lonely

There is nothing more comforting

Than a truly happy memory

Which we have kept alive in a corner of our mind

Having said this, these memories

Are not always the best companions

Constantly, living with regret

Or remorse can plunge anyone

Into a state of deep and impenetrable sadness

Observing the world growing up

Without aging along with it

Teaches nothing to a child

Who wants to learn how to live

What is the point in keeping hatred

And anger bottled up inside

Instead of simply wiping it out

Along with its dark memory?

You are surely aware that the past

Is a fragile creature

Which must be tamed cautiously

Because even if keeping it close

Can be comforting to those in doubt

The past and its ghosts can weaken

Those who are already anguished

So even if it's true that we shouldn't forget

More than one man has gone mad

Through remembering too much

Accumulating too many useless memories

Inside oneself without sorting them out

Can lead a man into a Labyrinth

From which there is no escape route

So those of you who are listening, listen well

Because maybe your ghosts

Know each other and are one and the same