An infrangibly constricted mind, severely afflicted by
A unretentive lack of sustenance, memory lapsed in restricted ties
Perhaps the depicted lies were once true to my mind
I’m in a duel with time, no moment to commemorate or find
Life
Its been a strife, forgetting intervals that use to be rife
Now I wake up to sunrise, drawing a blank to my wife
I’m glimpsed with confusion, as she wimps in seclusion
As I rise from my sleep, walking without an inch of extrusion
To figure out what this is about, my thoughts only foreshadow
The day when time is always present, and never long ago
However, long and slow tempo shifts with no inch of my past
Being passed down to my children, which itself is flinched but surpassed
In oblivion
This moment I’m living in reflects like seasons of the year
Summer comes and summer goes, as well as everything I hold dear
I fear, but only to be lost behind scars on this easy track
Book closed… never reliving the memoirs of an amnesiac