Distant Woes

we who pass neglect our duty to record days vanish unremarked as if no means I may try not hard enough I'm easy but it comes back to haunt us as forgotten wisps of second-hand experience who was there when we were thinking of it blame the would-be dream of history the distant woes postponed someone else screams in agony hear it's fading miles to sleep then we wake up dead this American alive with contradictory sentiment unexcused however mellow