a piece of trash

A piece of trash

Floating on the ocean

Being moved by the waves

What used to be treasure

Is now trash floating on the ocean

one day it will come back to land

Not as trash but as treasure

You will appreciate it for a lifetime

But if you don't hold on tight

It will be gone forever

The trash is memory

And the ocean is your mind

Vast and barely explored

Even by yourself

Hiding secrets in the dark depths