"Who am I today?" I ask..
And wonder if I ever know.
I know the past has shaped me now,
Even though the past was long ago.
The little moments form a blur,
The times both happy and sad,
All the people I once knew,
And the things I use to have.
They all helped me to become
Where, what, and who I am now,
Because everything has influenced me,
I'm not sure exactly how.
But I'm thankful for the memories,
Even of the people I have never really met,
For the people I miss, the people I love,
And even the people I like to forget.
For these memories have helped me grow,
They've made me calm, yet strong,
And now there's a story to my life
That they've been writing all along.
So, thank you for the memories.
Without them, I don't know who I'd be-
Because somewhere among these memories
Are the things that define me.