Timed memories

Memories are but time
And time is but sand
A soft scoop would guarantee
A handful of sand
A fistful
Would end up in no more than air.

Memories should be let go
As freely as
A crystalised cacoon
Bids farewell
To the fluttering wings
Of freedom

Lost memories
are lost time
Of an age
No longer missed
For the sheer fact
It does not exist

Facades of your past self
Vapourise in the desert of time
Identities based
on historical selves
No longer feasible
Staying lost in time

"Who am I?", you question.
A refreshing memory
A changed identity at every stop
An aimless wanderer in the
Storm of time.