Tyranny of the Remembering Self

In service to a dying dream
That fades as I wake
As if it was never seen
Run my fingers through a cloud of smoke
A passing glance at a running joke

We try to bottle lightning
But can't recount how it truly felt
If I can't take this with me
Then tell me how I can draw this out

Remembrance
Experience
For which do we live?
Remembrance
Experience
For which do we live?

Drag me through and leave me broken
The memory is all we need to feel whole again

But it’s just lines retraced
Interpretation of the real thing
That’s all that’s left
We live in the past
We’re pulled through everything
We can’t react
We just relive

The happiness we think we seek
Is limited by our need
To articulate precisely
What we have achieved
Sitting backwards on the train
Everything is pulled away
Moving forward every day
Forced to watch where I can’t stay

Drag me through and leave me broken
The memory is all we need to feel whole again
But there’s nothing left
Drag me through and leave me broken
The memory is all we need to feel whole again
But there’s nothing left