it is odd
that i have forgot
the previous poems which i have wrote
the frame of mind, my mind was framed
in such a tragic way back then
now it's alright, i seem to think
although i stress, i'm not blessed
but to your interest, i will not rest
in knowing my poems, the truth,
the facts, revealed on a screen
is true
and me
even though
it was like a century
ago
how odd