Jan 2015
Tomorrow is saturday
and today just another day
Forgotten
With the wish to be remembered
Today is just another day
that I wake up
To the sun on the floor
And warmth in the bone
Today is just another day
To be forgotten
and today just another day
Forgotten
With the wish to be remembered
Today is just another day
that I wake up
To the sun on the floor
And warmth in the bone
Today is just another day
To be forgotten
To me this is not necessarily a sad poem; there is a certain aesthetic in oblivion; you have only this moment now, then the memery for a while, before it is forever forgotten; that makes it so much more valueable and unique.
