I Forget Everything I Told Myself Not To is a short poem dedicated to the number of mental knots that I get stuck that I only realise after breaking through them. They rejoin quickly, and it seems even though I tell myself not to forget some key lesson that helped untie them, that they begin to rejoin fairly automatically. This may not be a severe issue, but there is a certain level of frustration in not remembering some of the key points in regards to developmental growth points.
Don’t you dare forget this, I said,
This is that bit you missed,
All those days spent tripping over diddly squat,
All that time you spent wandering and lost,
Life is the funniest gag of all,
The ships Captain is back!
Let’s make it clear to that guy whose trippin,
The clarity only emerges,
At the end of the trough,
With teeth missing and the poison inside.
That’s why we bang on about the poison,
It gave us the thing we forgot,
That you are it. Full Stop. No way else to say it.
The body is a sham,
You’re the Holy Child in disguise,
The free one for this moment,
No thought, just pure energy,
No consciousness in sight,
Forget the plan to be the Monk,
The Vegan, The Saint, The Doctor for Mum,
You are it, I said again,
Cheating death daily,
We made it again,
Nothing else to make,
Because this is the peak,
Forever rolling on the cusp of Now.
Just Mother Nature in disguise,
The ghost wrapped in meat and bone,
Why are those African kids smiling and I’m not?
They got nothing but the thing I forgot,
They untied my great mental knot.
The therapist and psychologist,
Doctor and priest,
They all prey on your knot,
Flick ‘em the finger as they're lost too,