Forgetting

I want to forget.
Why is it that the things you want to forget, you can't, but the things you desperately want to cling to, disappear from your mind like smoke in a gale.

Fact is I don't know who I am. I don't know what I am doing. I don't know where I am going and I want to forget everything.

And booze doesn't do it.

Closest I ever came to forgetting who I was, was when I used to get stoned. And thats where I want to be... So stoned I can't remember my own name.

No Chance of that happening is there.

I hope you liked my songs by the way. Been writing a lot lately... and they are songs, not poems... I can hear the music in my head, I just can't write it down.

Another thing to add to my list.