There's just a lot of crap in my head
And I can't think.
Even for one second,
Nothing sensational, nothing smart
Comes to my mind.
Thinking of past lives,
Thinking of people I've met and the years,
Wondering if I can make a story out of that.

But I couldn't explain
And I couldn't bring the memories back to life.
On paper, or typed,
I couldn't bring myself to write.
These memories are precious,
These memories are personal,
These memories are painful.
I couldn't bring myself to write.

It's all faded anyway.
I can only see the horizon.
The things that could happen from today.
My mantra always was,
Never look back,
Never regret,
Never remember the pain,
And just move on.
I couldn't write them anyway.