A harking shadow from past times came back to bomb blast my last rhymes. It came back so suddenly, with a fit of rage. Now all I do is write cute page after page of feelings that do nothing but bloat my mind. Now all I feel like doing is trying to find a new grind. A distraction for whats behind my memory's rind.
Simple mental satisfaction is what I long for. What I remember now is what I abhor. Take me back to a time before the days I deplore, take me back to what I adore.
Ever remembered everything in a flash? I do about every time this year. It hurts like hell.