4/5/11

Why does each new day blur into the next,

So we cannot recall with clarity?

Is this some way of blotting out regrets,

And granting ourselves safe serenity?

Is it some callous act of carelessness,

To let the moments fly by unobserved,

Or are we meant to taste forgetful bliss,

Regardless of remorse we might deserve?

I think perhaps we skew the passing time,

So it can be recalled in better light,

Revamped, and re-imagined in our minds,

To armor us against all future fight.

Perhaps the world is seen, and then dismissed,

To guarantee our courage to exist.