So many days.

So many days and not a single one forgotten,

it's forced into my brain like nails into a coffin. 

Just as the summer fades every year like clockwork, 

I'll return to things I did before I felt so awkward. 

To not remember so much time would make me think it's wasted

If I could only take out the worst parts, I'd replace them

with something so much better - a glimmer of hope

but wishful thinking won't save the captain going down with the boat.