Forgotten at the edge of time.
The rushing of the feet,
The plans of tommorow,
And the forgotten.

The seeing of the future,
The things that are yet to come
Ideas that come to mind
And the forgotten.

The forgotten was left behind,
To rott in time.
It was left behind for new Ideals,
For the begining of time and a new day.

and a second later, it was no longer forgotten.
it had meaning and pain.
attached feelings burned with might.

Is it possible to get it back?
forever we will wonder upon that fact.