TICK-tock TICK-tock

Scanning my surroundings 
my eyes are like automatic lenses 
resting only with a blink
before another snippet of life 
passe through my brain.

What should I keep 
in the memory vault 
there are so many choices 
and the day is just beginning.

But just like a flash of lightning 
the day disappears 
and the scanners grow dim.

The archives are running out of space 
but it's not up to me 
to choose what to erase 
even though I chose them 
in the first place.

Memory lapses and forgotten tails 
a new section has been developing 
in the archives of my decaying brain.

Loved ones declared 
That I'm going insane 
When the processes of time 
beginnings to fail.

Wilford Barker.