If forgetting is
intelligence reacting,
Then I must be smartly selecting.
Flipping through the pages of life's book
I go panting
Mostly finding
I am very lacking
I slack and slouch
All throughout,
Not knowing which way
I ought to be taking
Is this intelligence in the making?
So says the article
I got cracking
Come on!
Relent!
Tooth in hand
WHAM!
Energy gone
Start forsaking
A mind once pruned
Fast on ground
Solid making;
Will slows down
Not so sailing...
Till the time comes
I must get shaking
to this dance
Come alive!
Waking up to a pretty sky
Once again
Stop this draking
