A Time When I Didn’t Remember
If I allow myself to think
Then I am less than good or ok
And all I have is time
As it ticks and tocks
But what good does it do
To wallow in the hollow?
To drown in swollen rivers?
To ride the raging torrent?
And end up far from home?
I grasp at the memory
Of a time when I didn’t remember.
A time when my senses were alive
To the magic of singing nightingales
Or the sway of the raucous wheat
So my feet keep on pounding
Through the thickening sludge
And I barricade myself tightly
From the deafening chatter
And maybe one day those words
Those piercing, piercing words
Will fly away on the breeze
And my memories no longer burn.
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