Memories

Sometimes in the day I catch myself staring

 Sometimes at night i find myself forgetting

My mind does wander from present heat, the sun glaring

to what's already past, in my head setting

You might know that "I'm a little lost" look

Where I'm here but far away

Maybe I really am reading this book

Maybe I'm not here to stay

You don't know what's behind these eyes

But you might have a clue

I'm told my face is bad at telling at lies

but nothing matters once the day is new