The day moves on slowly. Minutes pass with the tick of that old clock hanging from the wall. Every time that tick erupts, I realize my thoughts have slipped away, again. I cannot remember where my mind was just five ticks ago. Probably something depressing, I would remember a joy filled minute. I cannot remember why I decided to forgive everyone. However, I must of had a reason. But, most importantly, I cannot remember how this poem is meant to end.