Memories

The place where I used to play
Has now moved on and turned
Into an unfamiliar setting,
almost as if my memories were
A dream.

Memories past has tangled me
Into a bind that I cannot escape.
The more I struggle to free myself,
the harder it gets to be released.

Maybe it is better like this.
I can "live" in a realm of my own
With no restrictions on what I remember.
But.... Wouldn't I just be living a pathetic lie?
If I were to only remember the good,
And forget about the bad, then would I fully mature
Into a person who has lived their life?