Misplaced Polaroid Memories

 
I see it most in the fragments of little things.  
Though most of it is lost to me;  
misplaced polaroid memories.  
 
It lives in the man  
I strive desperately to be.  
It's preserved in a reflection  
staring back at me.  
It's in my fingertips,  
leaving prints whilst I climb.  
It's in the déjà vu,  
familiar moments of lost time.  
   
I wanted to take it all with me,  
but luggage of the living  
weighs down heavily  
Lost in boxes?  
Dusted under rugs?  
Buried with the loved ones  
I reach to up above?    
   
Misplaced polaroid memories,  
I seek to no avail.    
A man now walks where a boy once stood,
trying desperately to peek through the vail.    
   
I see it most in the fragments of little things. Though most of it is lost to me;  
misplaced polaroid memories.  
 
I know that they become me.  
I know they play their part...  
Yet they still remain a shadow  
on a wall that's in the dark.