The cruelty of the the human mind- To lose, to keep, to hide, to find Half our life be only true If somehow the mind allows it to...
To forget; well sadly nothing truly competes for it's the most merciless of our minds feats: Nothing can be real if your memory can't on cue: Regurgitate information, ephemerally true.
To perform, to recite, to repeat, and understand- through blackness- pathetic, forget it, regret it Oh how the mind cruelly demands.
A troubled mind's much like a web Tangled in memories unsaid