Write Protect Failure
Alexander Kirk
Walked into the room
Can't remember why
Something to tell you
Must have slipped my mind
Everything we feel
The world that we perceive
All only as real
As our memories
Electricity in meat
Magnetism on rust
Pigments and papers
Crumbling to dust
So the past is slowly changing
The details become blurred
Is that really how it happened?
I can't be sure