I know they're only words.
Common, ordinary, harmless.
But in a row, just so, they erase me,
Only not so much, anymore.

I know, I know, I know
It's over.
But it will never be gone.
Ghost in my machine.

Three and nine and twelve
Gone. Stuck. Gone.
Stuck. Gone.
Mysterious Skin?

Growing up.
Mystery solved.
Left me on the ground.
Go slow.
Left behind.

Sit down. No.
Stand up. Why?
Would you? No.
Want to? Ha.

Leave it
a) behind?
b) alone?
c) where it lies?
d) NULL of the above.

However else life proceeds, memory endures.

If you understand everything, some things are just as they are. If you understand nothing, things are still just as they are.