Forgotten
Remembered
Digitised and displayed
Memory is a false construct
And I still don’t remember
A shadow in the background of the background
Flicks a switch and changes the world
And the background disappears
On this day
This empty day
this hungry heady lazy day
While tomorrow sleeps in the arms of forever
Yesterday blows in through the kitchen door
With the dust and the gloom
Melded into mechanical minds
The past whispers into the present
The now that defines this day
Of all days
The voice is faint as whispers will
But calls across the endless years
Calls out the game
And reminds
Time is the imagination
of the self constrained
Memory is a false construct
Memory is a dark reflection
In the broken glass
And still,
I don\'t remember.