Inside’s a maddening collage
Of vivid mental photography
Some of it dearly beautiful
But a lot of it pitiful
Sad stories repeat and proliferate
As all the tears flood around me
I find it increasingly hard to concentrate
Seeing those sad faces over and over
Always the best friend to the pushover
Trying to wake the sleeping children
From under their thick ignorant cover
Too much bullshit that’s been fed
Into their innocent lil’ heads
But truly they understand more
Than is expected and accepted
Cursed photographic memory
Forgettable scenes of the nobodies
Unforgettable thru unique perspective
With a mind well cognizant of
The fact we’re far more than bodies
Run by chemical action and reaction
Inside an album of the forgotten
My photographic memory’s a curse
Has me often living in reverse
My only comfort is that things
As they are - could be far worse
Copyright (c) Richard Rowell 2005