I can't physically comprehend
our reality; its space-time rhapsody,
the fourth dimension is abstract to our eyes
yet we can see it pass us by:
one long day or infinite moments,
we age the same,
gray comes to dominate us.

We forget how to walk
we forget how to talk
we forget how to hear
we forget how to fear,
numb to our end.

We forget how to worship what's above,
jaded from life's scars.

We forget how to love,
our cherished memories are lost.

We forget how to feel
but we lose immortality,
because we forget how to heal,
and we forget it all too soon.