Here’s a poem of sorts about how I can’t really sing. I’m thinking about putting it to music. Then I’ll really show you!
As has been illustrated in scientific journals, such as this paper, our memory is fallible. What we believe we remember may be a reconstruction from the bits and pieces that we actually remember. It’s as if the story happened the last way it was remembered, not necessarily how it actually happened. Here’s something that I wrote.
I wrote this one afternoon while sitting with my feet up on my girlfriend’s couch. It’s basically a poem about what’s on your feet.