though i say
despair will not take hold of my heart
it is a lie instead that has found a home
and though i say
neither worry nor indifference shall reign
it is a sad moment that does not care
and a wasted one that does

though i say
i once knew a dead man
it was long before he passed this earth
and though i say
i prefer to remember that which is good
that is not the life that was lived
and i know this because it was me

though i say
there is not enough knowledge in me to matter
it was the amnesia of my Father that taught me best
and though i say
he could not find the day that once was
what he knew was his life was worth any ending
and so too a reflection that awaits the ripples of a stone