Reminders

Their CD's and drawings,
scattered around our lair.
Their useless reminders,
just cumbersome lice in our hair.


Why do inconsequential objects,
disrupt our train of thoughts.
All they are meant to do is
cast humongous shadows and spill enormous blots.


We can state that reminders
remind us of a simpler time.
A life of no sorrow or pain.
Just happiness filling our prime.


Reminders in the end,
are just thoughts our brain.
Just figments of imagination,
placed on objects as our emotional bane.


Either we succumb to these
non-sentient inanimate things.
Or throw them of our tracks.
And ride to our castles as kings.