There are many things I wish to forget.
Specific past events already set,
irrevocably in the cement of memory.
An everlasting impression of stupidity.
I dog these thoughts through twists and turns.
Never stopping to reflect and learn.
These days blur.
These days grind.
How am I supposed to find the time,
to turn back the clock,
straight to the beginning.
To a place before corruption and all this sinning.
I have apologizes to say.
Amends that must be made.
But time led me astray.
And refused a soul that could’ve been saved.
The soles of my feet are tired.
Electrical short circuits is how I’m wired.
My head is full of riddles.
A torment of what if’s and little,
bits of shrapnel.
My stomach is a pit of regret.
That is why I want to forget.