All the stories we’ve forgotten, because they’re, too painful, for us to recall, because, there weren’t any, happy endings to them, and, nobody like a tragic tale.
All the stories we’ve forgotten, why are they, comin’ back to haunt us now, huh? We’d, already lost track of them already, hadn’t we? And yet, why are they, plaguing our current lives, making it harder, for us, to cope, from day to day right now?
All the stories we’ve forgotten, they’re, not actually, forgotten, we just, suppressed them hard, so, our minds can’t recall, but, they’re still, locked up, inside of that deepest part of our selves.
All the stories we’ve forgotten, who’s going to tell them to us now, huh? Without those forgotten stories of our selves, we will, NEVER fully fulfill our own separate destinies.
All the stories we’ve forgotten, they’re now, all flooding back at us, drowning us now, in our own former years of misery, and, we fought, really hard, to keep our heads above water level, but, it’s just, too hard, and we shall all, keep on, battling it out, with all the stories we’ve, forgotten, until we remembered, EVERY single LAST detail of what had happened to our childhood selves, and make peace with it.
Life, the Obstacle Course 