City Lights & Memories

As i fly above the night sky,
My eyes are awarded by the view of the cities lighted with a million light bulbs.
I begin to wonder,
Aren't these city lights just like our memories?
Every light,
Bright or dim,
Represents a memory we hold onto from the day we're born till this very moment.
Remembering every trace of sight, sound, touch,
So beautiful,
So nostalgic.

But what of the lights that are no longer lit?
That have dimmed out though time & remain forgotten?
What of those lights?
What of those memories?
What then?

Who remembers them?
Who will remind us of them?

I fear one day i'll try to look back at the things i've done but will see nothing but darkness,
A blank slate,
As though it had never occurred.
Can you call forgotten history, history?
I'm afraid i'll forget,
As i easily do.

What must i do to keep all these memories alive like those bright city lights?
What must i do not to forget?