This poem addresses a frustration I have lived with for most of my adult life. It was nurtured by where I grew up (Central Colombia S.A) and how I grew up. These two elements have caused me to feel as though I have lived multiple lifetimes. I realized as a young adult, I had seen and experienced things that people three times my age, would never come to see or do. These memories and experiences are both a blessing and a curse. Everything in my life seems to have been framed by them.
HEAD GAMES
In my life I bear a burden that those around me do not see,
accumulated memories have become my enemy.
They were gathered from my early days when I was just a lad,
I cherished them for many years but now they make me sad.
My early life was an adventure filled with more than I can say,
I now bear the cost of living it, it’s been far too much to pay.
This heart’s so full of memories, I scarce can bear the weight
So what I loved in the beginning, has now given way to hate.
The life I am now living is viewed through lenses of my past
The very essence of my being, in an instant had been cast.
I wish the memories could be written, then removed from this old head,
Allowing me to gather more new memories in their stead.
Phillip Good (From the heart of an average MK)
Remnant's Edge 
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