Parliamentry, Watson

I think,

I thought,

I remembered yet,

but quickly,

quite soon,

Well, I just… simply forget.

Whilst mid-saunter,

You see,

I rambled on through,

The dusk, quintessential,

to forsaking the truth.

However, consequential sayings often miss the lot,

and writers, quite good, often leave out the plot.

It may be existential to remorse for being,

or it may be essential to seeing

and breathing.

I may have found a name for the person within me,

but I forgot, excuse me, please.