Resemblance of Things, Past and Future

I open my eyes, seeing the beauty of mind,
Searching for pathway, I used you so kind,
Being so gentle, you gave me a life,
A life that so colorful, staying in a hive.

I can sway my body from left to right
Fulfilling my skills, enhancing so tight
exploiting wondrous task, merrily so sound,
Declaring my future, I pinned on its bound.

Memories that I used to treasure,
Knowledge that used to pleasure
A way of encoding, storing and retrieving
A perfect road of we called living.

Without memory there is no past,
It’s like a movie without a cast
We can’t live if we deny it,
That memory is resemblance of things,
past and future