The problem with memory he 
said was that you don’t
get to pick what you
remember. Sure you remember how
much it hurt and how
stupid you felt for doing
it again. But you remember
other things. You remember the
smiles and the laughs. You
remember you loved her and
you hate yourself for it.

Rocket Ship burning fuel so fast….
Up into the night sky it blasts….
Lonely the few people on board….
Going to die those who stayed behind….
Families torn apart across time and space….
Long the trip is going to be….
The future of humanity at stake….
Over the story is not….
SciFi All month long!

James said the scars were on the inside.
You wouldn’t be able to tell by looking at him,
how much pain he was in.
He looked happy, he looked healthy,
He looked alive.
Most people never heard him complain.
If you asked how he was he’d say ok.
However, the scars are on the inside.

I said I had heard it all before
It is was not a lie, not this time.
I had heard it from her before.
It didn’t hurt as much the second time.
Scar tissue can do that to you.
One day you stop feeling all together.
Of course I know she was lying this time.

Ode to Joy, its what
they call the song. It
was a poem to begin
with and Beethoven put it
to music. Of all the
works of all of man,
all the art in all
the world, Ode to Joy
is the pinnacle of human
creation. “All men will become
brothers Under thy gentle wing.”