Pause And Ponder

Sometimes I pause and ponder the old things I just can't recall, days and memories gone like years past, spring, summer and fall - Are they all still around, somewhere? Or are they moved into the world of everywhere, that quite, still place that is within us all, and we are all within it. The ropes that bind us, eventually break. Releasing us from so much, often times, even our memories. Some would fuss and curse over this, but perhaps gratitude would be a better option, for how could our souls ever fly everywhere if they are forever tied to anywhere?