Just when I nearly had the answer, I forgot the question.
The future seems to be in good hands, it's the past I'm worried about.
I didn't mind being a public executioner, once I got the hang of it.
My mind contains many good ideas, but it's not always easy to squeeze one out.
If you keep groaning, please do it to a rythmn I can dance to.
Keep some souvenirs of your past, or how will you ever prove it wasn't all a dream?