True to form I have stumped myself
in an attempt to relive some simple genius.
What little brilliance was left in me
has swiftly been misplaced
in light of recent events.
It seems my battries cannot recharge anymore.

Plaster the walls in color to blank out the spots,
I miss a bit, the transparency is made more obvious.
I believe this is as good a time as any to celebrate,
to rejoice in simple facts and figures that make us us.

Every moment gives the next one away
and a life is lived through flashbacks and spoilers,
the narrative of time is as shattered as we must be,
and we relive again and again.