Chapter 1018
A Little Reminding
Memory seems to be selective
People remember what they choose
Maybe that's so it coincides
With their own narrow views
The truth doesn't mean much
It becomes a matter of perspective
It's their own selfish desires
That makes reality subjective
Is truth really truth
For which one toils
Maybe it's to the victor
That goes the spoils
Maybe some things
Are better left forgotten
The story behind them
Is usually something rotten
What is, is what is
There's no need for fact finding
Maybe it's just as simple as
A little reminding
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