By Kyle Brooks, May 18, 2001  
I try my hardest
To forget the things I should.
And still remember the things I shouldn't.
I look back into the past,
And although not that far,
I restore the erased image in my head.

There is no delete key now.
No trash can.
No recycle bin.
No backup folder.
Just the painted image
Locked into my view.

I tell myself to forget;
Forget the times of trials,
The times of pain, and the
Times of error.
But still, unlike other,
Forgetfulness is a trait
I wish to exhibit.