I'm often caught in the realm of forgot
In most everything I do
While trying my best to up and guess
What was the quest that brought me into this room

There had to be a purpose
To the thought that brought me here
Racking my brain, time and time, then again
It's more of the same but still far from clear

Or in the middle of a sentence
With conversations in full flow
My mind loses the grip on where it was at
And can't help but slip to places unknown

Here one minute, gone the next
These random thoughts inside my head
To the point of no return
Saw the chance, up and fled

And when it comes to names and numbers
Is it any wonder you could call it a crime
The way I forget the moment it hits
This soft cranium I sadly claim to be mine

Too often caught in the realm of forgot
In most everything I do
While trying my best to up and guess
This more or less is the general rule