Painting Pictures of my Memories I Can see them still But it's so Easy to fall Victim to all The golden hues How can I be so sure That I remember With unclouded view Just like My house and my name They go up in flames Every Moment here is fleeting No use Never finding meaning Woke up Dead in the creek I've been here for weeks Or months at least Crocodile in the stream Flashes its teeth As he looks at me Stranded In the tall grass Breathing gets fast I hear them laugh Fell down Into the pool I've been such a fool Every Memory is fleeting Grip tight The last bit is leaving Make up Your own past and future No one There in the end but You and Yourself