Lost my memory
Walk the streets by the hundred, through every large town,
someone stop me, if you know me, oh write my name down,
I am aimless, like a clown.
Give me some sort of history, from which I can then start,
fill in my background, it’s hidden, but lies deep in my heart
and from which I won’t part.
So I'm out of place, out of my time, nothing seems to be mine.
I try putting these words down, to make my life try to rhyme,
all I have is plenty of time.
Look close, at me, don’t avoid my eyes, it’s recognition I need,
if your building up the right image, then someone may heed,
please then I might be freed.
bkewl.
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