Vigilance - Magazine

I’m in love with everything that’s been left unsaid

That’s gone down through the centuries

Beginning

Middle

And ending dead

I will forget

Where I began

I’ll lose track

I’ll change hands

I’m not vigilant

It’s no trouble

It’s inevitable

It’s so foggy at night always

And it’s dark all day

All that has been hidden

Will be shut off one day

Until then I will attempt

Whatever tempts me

Tell me, is that good enough!

There’s so much I can’t see

I will forget …

You say in a little while

We’ll have it all on file

My time ain’t so vast

I can’t spend it in the past

I will forget …