I forget sometimes what people tell me to do or not do
Like right from wrong without a moral compass
One means no more then the other
What they tell me slips away into the backwaters of my memory
Where it drowns in all other memories forgotten
Until my mind overflows with all these forgotten things
And I too am lost in them
Without so much as a ripple
Vanishing below the surface of my own mind
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 9:41 PM UTC
I forget sometimes what people tell me to do or not do
Like right from wrong without a moral compass
One means no more then the other
What they tell me slips away into the backwaters of my memory
Where it drowns in all other memories forgotten
Until my mind overflows with all these forgotten things
And I too am lost in them
Without so much as a ripple
Vanishing below the surface of my own mind
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