On my neck is a head.
In this head a brain.
In my brain a compartment for memories…
a tale of How I lived yesterday.
Pardon me though, it seems I have forgotten.
Remind me because they became rotten.
Somehow they lost their meaning.
Oh no, perhaps I just pushed them far back.
Or no, possibly amnesia.
This is me,
Looking forward to moments that would follow.
Always yearning for tomorrow.
Soon again, to be forgotten.