I remembered yet,
Well, I just… simply forget.
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
I may have found a name for the person within me,
but I forgot, excuse me, please.