I think I've forgotten my pen
And its mighty strokes;
The curves of my letters
And how the words interlocked!
The lined papers on my desk,
No more line up for my hand,
Spotless and stainless they lie
Like untrodden white sand.
No more do I know my words
Or to weave them with beautiful meanings.
I've forgotten how my thoughts flow
Or the pace with which my mind swings.
Without my words and my weapons
Life has lost its lovely charm
Unbeknownst to myself
I have forgotten who I am.
