in_decission

Huddled out in darkened corners, plain as day for all to see
Hides each and every one of us, dragging behind private miseries
Bearing burdens built for two slung over a single shoulder
As oblivious as the other half we so easily ignore
There's a cold and cast out child for every hidden sore
And we backtrack, and we wonder
Until the doubt pulls us under
Neath the overlapping folds
We use to fill the spaces in between
Every fabricated memory
And each forgotten dream

There's a language to remember
consisting only of a single word
no past or present tense
the future is unlearned