crimes and misdemeanours

crimes and misdemeanours
memory and the lack of it
regrets but none there (why not?)
because of the lack of memory

plunged into feeling
physically plunged into feeling
and yes this is a mysterious blend of words
that only make sense to me (and maybe a few)
but cannot be expressed in cold clear prose

was that really me
or was it what i'm not
don't know i may like that me
maybe not

to forget to think
and sink into a world that is so simple
black white good evil angels assholes
yes no

but no memory
and no memory of choice
or thoughts
life could be so simple
to live on pleasure and pain
only your own
but i choose not to
and life is suddenly far more complicated