After You’ve Forgotten

Sit beneath a toadstool

To hide out from the rain

They may think that you’re a fool

You are simply insane

And that’s okay

And that’s okay

A term of endearment, this I claim

You’re going mad

At least you’re not tame

Better that they remember you

After you’ve forgotten your name

 

Photo by Wolfgang Hasselmann on Unsplash

 

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