Why can't I stop myself
thinking
all of these things
that are beyond thinking?
What is it
about your face
that I constantly am struggling
to remember?
What is this plan,
this destiny,
that is brewing,
bubbling away
into an overcooked stew?
Oh yes,
that's right,
I have forgotten myself:
Forgotten
that I am not
this mind
or these thoughts.
I hope you can forgive me
this thing,
and remember yourself
who you really are.