Taking it in

Etched in the furrows of my being
I was born before they made crease-free.
Happenings in toto,
My brain has a life of its own
And greedy as hell
Processes all that it sees -
Leaving nothing to imagination.
Imagination left to write verses like these

It means one cannot shut out
Parts of the past that pester;
Nor dodge dollops of happiness
That ever transpired.
I am my own walking memory machine
Forever trying to forget,
But waking each time to realize
That the dream is already lived.