Memory Is Foe
We are all but shadows in the night.
Hoping to give one last fast fight
Our arms look weak but our face is strong
Eyes set to truth, nay to wrong.
Our bodies they walk, our minds they run
Our nose to the stone until we’re done.
There is no time to slowly dance
This life’s a battle, and this is the stance.
Our goals they change, and memory is the foe.
The choice to choose, but you can’t say “no”.
Come and go, take and give your two cents.
Memory is foe, but cherish diligent ignorance.