the moment :)

in a thouasnd ways it presents itself
like the memory of an old wound.
it doesnt nomore hurts nor it pains
it reminds now of a battle i fought.
i feel a comforting sense of pride
and mumble a few old war cries.
'i would never give up...' thats what i said
i smile ...... I changed.....I was forced to. I dont care much for what i said then.
What does it make me I wonder. Perhaps, not a nice man to know...
I really dont care... in that moment I know. I wasnt always thus, I loved the idea once...