Like clouds in the sky

The morning anew,
The darkness of the night gone.
What seemed like darkness is now only a past memory.
What is a memory?
What is a memory?
As I try to recall, All i can recall is a blurred vision of what seemed to have been real.
Ah! This elusive memory, this elusive past, just like a cloud in the sky.
When you try to grab it, there is nothing you can grab hold on to.
You are just you now here.
Ding dong,
The train has arrived.