Memories We Hold Onto

If I continue down this path
I might not be able to find my way back
If I happen to go down the wrong path
Not knowing one from another
They both look the same at the start
Until traveling on one the skies become dark
I remember being in that park
With the smell of river water in the air
Thinking then that certain places would always be there
Thinking then that certain faces would always be there
Even just changing over time
As we all do on the outside
Is it our pride that prevents us from doing?
That prevents us from reaching?
Memories we hold onto are the ones that
Made us the most comfortable
While remembering