Lletres: Magazine. Vigilance.

I'm in love with everything that's been left unsaid
That's gone down through the centuries
Beginning
Middle
And ending dead

I will forget
Where I began
I'll lose track
I'll change hands
I'm not vigilant
It's no trouble
It's inevitable

It's so foggy at night always
And it's dark all day
All that has been hidden

Will be shut off one day
Until then I will attempt
Whatever tempts me
Tell me, is that good enough!
There's so much I can't see

I will forget ...

You say in a little while
We'll have it all on file
My time ain't so vast
I can't spend it in the past

I will forget ...