When this mind remembers only,
Only then I’ll suddenly forget.
Nothing that my dreams have told me
Will prevent me from being beset,
By the enemies of my sanity:
The lonely, the missing, this mind.
It does wander ever through calamity
To find more of its own kind.
The sane to the mad. Opposites attract.
Patiently awaiting a new day.
Hoping, then, to find my mind intact.
These false hopes, at dawn will make me pay.
Here, in the new days light,
I won’t remember anything that
I’ve learned this previous night.
There upon my oblivion I sat-
I’d try to recall what I was saying to you,
But my wandering mind, most likely won’t speak true.