Can\'t Remember


I work on machines to take me places,
Yet I have no where to go.
I feel as if I've won some races,
but isn't that just for show.

I study and learn at an age
where forgetting is what it's all about.
Instead of becoming the wise old sage
it's knowledge in, knowledge out.

I guess knowledge leaves to make mental space
for new experiences to forget
soon it is gone without a trace
and I'll learn new stuff to replace it.

With out this space where would that leave me?
I really don't want to know.
I'll just work on machines that set me free
to study future things I will not know.

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    One of those areas I ponder as I grow older. They say you can always tell you are old if your sentences start with \"I used to . . .\" or if you drop something and bend down to pick it up you look around to see if there is anything else you need to do there before you get back up.


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