Where have I been?
Did I go on holiday?
Or was I locked up somewhere I couldn't form memories in?
Shocked all mind out of me like a floating anecdote in the dead of a disco; vacant, radiating.
Spinning like the mirror *****, the records soundtracks to my
Prone to oblivious nature.
The past is lost on me
Lost dogs, cats, turned to strays by a world that won't let them remember
Wander helplessly around my head
Like a coven of forgotten souls.
In being forgotten, they forgot who they were.
In being asked where I've been, I forgot who I was as well.