Lay down and come to my senses.
Try to hold on to memories that slip away so quickly.
Lower my defenses.
Slow down my thoughts and keep looking back.
Notice things I normally would miss, and then I lose track.
I'll pay close attention, and then I'll go broke.
There's no way for me to hold on to those things that I tend to realize otherwise and compromise with my god of thought.
I forgot again,
So I pretend that I remember how this should end.
Recall.
Fall into that panic.
Lose it and lose myself again in the attic of my mind
With dusty thoughts I never even knew I had
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