Every moment is forgotten...
We only see a blink of what  actually happened...
Snap shots flyin outta wagons
Memories were made but that was yesterday.
This second passed, while I was explainin time to yo ***...
Stare at the world and you'll see it change, but you'll only rember the begning and the end.
Furious fighters throw a hundred punches but you rember the big right hand....
the time they made you mad is a memory, driving the present that passes before we grip reality...

See what I mean to say is that, the life we experience is lost to our own ongoing experience. Life is 1 line not many. The world is round and spinning.....
So we don't look back we grip the rope and hope this race is worth winning because this blurr had pain and I forgot the beginning...
Can I forget the end?