We are here.
We are there.
We are fear,
and all that is fair.
We are old.
We are new.
We are bold,
and still very shrewd.
What are we?
A good question, true.
We are simply we,
and you are simply you.
Why are we?
That we don\'t know.
An answer we can\'t see,
and are still looking for its glow.
Where are we?
A place long since forgot.
A time of doors closed with keys,
and rememberance all for naught.
We are what we are.
You are all you can be.
We are gone too far,
and you flounder in the sea.
We are your memory.
Things and places kept inside your head.
We are all you see,
and we are never truly dead.
We are always present of know,
to be called upon again,,
should you ever wish to go
back down Memory Lane.