Wouldn't it be nice if we all had two seconds of memory?
Stranded in a circular transparent bowl,
Every sight, every time those tails swish,
Life would feel like a refreshing stroll,
For a goldfish has nothing but two seconds of memory.
Left with nothing but two seconds to reflect,
The past would not haunt us like spectres,
All those turbulent emotions would be swept
Away, away from our empty soulless centres,
Wouldn’t that be the most perfect memory?
But enough with such loony fantasies,
Life is not as we know, and we are far from
The blissful lives of goldfish, that tranquil breeze,
I raise my head to hear that delicate guitar’s strum,
And looked into my future, my next memory.
‘You are doing well, darling.’
‘I know, brings back memories doesn’t it?’