I don't remember
much about yesterday
—what I wrote
what I ate
drank
—felt
I don't remember much
about the paths I took
—emotions I carried
lashed
—caged
I don't remember all
I don't remember anything
Perhaps
in my tomorrows
I won't remember
much about today
or in any of the
multitude of my present
so why do I bother
to be something different
to grow out of the seed
I was planted in
If I won't remember
much about today
why do I bother
to make memories
or to be someone better?
april 15, 2021
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