To Be Honest, I don't know what I'm supposed to remember
I pick up information, from here back to early December
But the pieces I actually analyze and dismember
aren't useful enough to exist inside anyone's nerve center.

Forgetful, they call me, but I remember the tiny pieces
The undercover information inside each flap and fold; they hide between the creases
Your most important computer, your noggin, decides that these
THESE that build the mythical 10%, are the ones it releases.

Question, do we come from a past time?
Using science and technology as a landline.
To understand life, and avoid our own potential landmines
Think about these things in your next pastime. 

How do I do I begin to imagine
Question or fathom
If I become an amnesiac, will I forget all that's happened?
Surely it can't be true

Have to learn again
How to succeed, how to win.
I wonder though, is this how our lives begin?

Those who cannot remember the past are doomed to repeat it
Wars, hunger, violence. Yeah that past, we see it.
We aren't apart of better civilizations, but that "satisfaction" we need it.
You asked me how my mind worked, these truths I've yet to be it.

Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is a mystery.
Today isn't not a gift.
Today... Today is soon to be our memories.


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