tyranny of the remembering self

in service to a dying dream, that fades as i wake, as if it was never seen, run my fingers through a cloud of smoke, a passing glance at a running joke, we try to bottle lightning, but can't recount how it truly felt, if i can't take this with me, then tell me how i can draw this out, remembrance, experience, for which do we live?, drag me through and leave me broken, the memory is all we need to feel whole again, but it's just lines retraced, interpretation of the real thing, that's all that's left, we live in the past, we're pulled through everything, we can't react, we just relive, the happiness we think we seek, is limited by our need, to articulate precisely, what we have achieved, sitting backwards on the train, everything is pulled away, moving forward every day, forced to watch where i can't stay, drag me through and leave me broken, the memory is all we need to feel whole again, but there's nothing left