Another Paper Clip Gone

I write my adventures
Inside my head.
My paper is memory;
My thoughts, the pen.

While memory is forever
As everyone knows,
It's the binding in danger,
The binding that shows.

Let me ask you a question
And you tell me,
Might you have lost
Some memory?

As one loses papers
When you leave them loose
Memory is scattered
When a wind flies through.

See, life is not perfect
Sometimes we lose track;
Big things happen,
Setting small ones back.

But though it may seem
As if they're not there,
Forgotten memories exist;
Just misplaced somewhere.

So if I forget,
If my memory's wrong,
Now you know why:
Another paper clip's gone.