I Am Reminded

I try hard not to remember and sometimes I don’t; But inevitably somewhere somehow I get reminded. And what I’m supposed to do about it I couldn’t really say; Except if I was like I use to be I would have already gone away. But I’m not am I? I often tell myself I’m less intolerant then I use to be; But maybe that’s some sort of an excuse. Compensation, regulation and practiced rhetoric; It all might be borderline pathetic. She’s a good girl except when she’s not; It’s when she’s not that continually haunts my mind I think it balances out, but I can’t be sure and; Is equal balance an acceptable conceptuality here? A half a dozen chickens, a dozen eggs at hand; There’s no dinner on the table but a hatchet’s by the stand. What it doesn’t make much sense to you; Well it certainly does to me; And it doesn’t matter anyway; You’re not looking where I see.