Choose To Save

For all the moments

We have,

Which ones

Do we choose

To

Save?

Like a floppy

Disk,

It seems we have

Limited

Memory.

With each new thought,

An old one is randomly

Overwritten.

Why did our memory

Of the seemingly

Meaningless

Become the thing

We thought of

When asked for

An example

Of something?

It seems that the complexity

Of our brain

Manifests

In the simplest

Of ways.

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