Memories are black and white

I have memories like black and white.

I have memories like black and white.
Mix white with black, you get gray.
My memories grayed away
And they depict faded pictures.
Images of terror, pictures of sorrow
Have all grayed away.

With freshness of the morning,
They ruled with fruitfulness,
They mounted up wings and prospered!
Time and a time have passed by now,
The terrors of my dreams are all become a cloud.
I pierce through deeply into my memory—I can’t find them.
I even consulted my sticky heart like a Vtape—it has no residue of them.

I strained my ears to the voices;
They’ve all passed away and perished.
Vividly they ruled my mind and took charge of my soul.
Stocked up in my memory were they;
The terrors of dreams,
Visions of nightmares,
Voices of multitudes,
Drowsiness of the morning—deadness from my sleep.

Migraines of pains and hurts;
They have become altogether faded,
They have altogether grayed away.
Unsoundness of the mind, anxieties of the heart,
Unsettlement of a double-minded soul;
The ways they came and lived are cut off.
Memories of them are dulled out;
They have altogether become faded pictures.

Citadel of poverty,
Stronghold of lack,
Their ways are no longer known!
Seas of unfinished estates,
Waters of abandoned projects,
They have altogether grayed away!

Aromas of death,
Seas of ill-winds,
Their place is forever taken away.
Memories are like black and white!
Mix white with black, you get gray,
Gray depict faded pictures,
Time and a time, they all gray away
Not to be remembered.