Goes back only a short while,
forgets,
ignores,
leaves blank,
the things we did,
and are not proud about;
All the experiences,
of misery,
darkness,
abuse,
hate,
fear,
and betrayal,
we have not committed,
if you ask from your memory;
Still something in you,
reminds,
and remembers.
It tries to give you,
hints,
tips,
and kind notes,
but often we leave,
those without a blink,
turn the blind eye,
and hide away;
Opportunities come,
and go,
to settle the accounts,
straight,
leave our mark,
and balance the past;
Persistence of memory,
hidden deep,
and hard,
not easy by far,
is to bring into sunshine,
the old dusty,
deeds,
we rather would,
leave and bury deep;
Our memory is short,
and not for trusted,
feelings and the body,
better guides,
for the light and
the record straight;
Do not waste time,
to settle the accounts;
Your feelings lead,
to the deep mines,
of your secrets,
and sides,
way back,
far away,
you should stay
—awake.
This is the original text, and an edited version can be found in the Fragments of Reality -book.
