What to say, to whom to say? In a world where everyone's speaking each day Even the animals near me seem to share Their thoughts and feelings, without a single care
I'm not drunk, but lost in thought once more Overthinking, as I've done before In class, I sit and observe with ease Girls talking of their troubles, boys cracking jokes with expertise.
Observation's a skill, but a curse to bear Overthinking's weight can be hard to share As I ponder on the words that people say Do they recall them years later, or fade away?
Twenty years from now, will they remember the past? If not, why do we live in the moment that won't last? Why can't we skip the forgotten parts of our lives? A question that haunts me, and contradicts my faith's strives.
As a believer, I wonder if there's a negative force above A energy that makes us forget, a labor of endless love Science explains forgetting, but it's not complete Leaving me with nothing, but an eternal defeat.
Memories lost, like sand in the air Forgotten moments, beyond repair The present fades, the future's unsure And I'm left with only shadows, forever obscure.
As I march ahead, watching ants at play, Building their world in a fleeting display. Is it worth the effort, if all will decay, Why hustle for dreams that time sweeps away?
Waking each morning as sunshine does rise, With hope in my heart and light in my eyes. But will this all matter, when our time flies, Or fade like the stars in the vast, endless skies?
Faith whispers softly, "It’s not the end; What’s gone may return, just around the bend. For though you can’t see, there’s more to unfold, A story eternal, in threads of gold.
But faith feels fragile in a world of despair, Where cries go unheard, unanswered prayers. If God is the keeper of all we’ve known, Why let our memories turn to stone?
The weight of forgetting, the loss we bear, Feels like proof of a universe unfair. Both science and faith leave questions behind, One of the body, the other the mind.
Yet, in this hopelessness, perhaps there’s grace, A fleeting joy in the moments we face. For though memories fade like mist in the air, The love they inspired is always there.
So I march ahead, though shadows remain, A blend of belief and rational pain. For even forgotten, the steps we take, Might leave a mark in the world we make.
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