I can’t recall the things in life
That otherwise’d amuse
Which might in fact be a good thing
Who knows what I might choose
I might decide to store away
The things I learn in class
Or maybe just the way to play
Ole’ Smash Bros. like a TAS
Or what was said in convo, sure
Or jokes I made in class
Presenting for the prof to see
In hopes that I would pass
Or strats for solving werewolf crimes
Or what I ate for lunch
I don’t know if I’d recall that
I chose to drink fruit punch
Or what about the things I read
The articles and books
About how Father Brown tracked down
The criminals and crooks
Would I remember all I did
In set-in-stone timelines
Or would the stories merge as one
Like many creeping vines
I don’t have answers for today
But what I think I’ll see
Regardless of these inward thoughts
I’ll still have memory