Memory Is Selective, Driven by emotion. Amazing, devastating, builds Places. Places To revisit Permanent, real, concrete, Stories to tell, retell again, We see. We see In great detail, Colours are sharp, so clear. But, mine became hazy, diffused, Drifting. Drifting, Lost on the wind, Unable to be grasped. So much that is new now leaving, Fades away. Fades away, Clutching, seizing, Finding obscure phantoms. Life standing still, no gradient, Stagnant. Stagnant, All cells that die, Cause misunderstandings. Lazy, stupid, slow, unable To learn. To learn Is natural, Fulfil all we can be. When the flow stops, we just remain, I stopped. I stopped Until the times, In white sterile places; Panicked faces, decisions made, Agreed. Agreed, The only choice. My hope for the future, Put my life in the surgeon's hands. They wait. They wait For signs, movement. Swollen, but whole, complete. Time for recovery slow, but On track. |