Through the vines it creeps and crawls, Into my thoughts it seeps and claws. Will i be able to write the things it wants? or will i forget because how hard it gnaws? after all, forgetting, is a flaw. Dont hate me if i forget the reasons i am here, For forgetting would certainly be my worst of fears. I know there is something i must say, Ill say it now when my mind is free and clear. For i fear forgetting is getting oh so near. The day will come when you will see I'm gone Just know that in my mind my evening dawned.