»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]« I step in the room like I meant something serious, Stare at the wall like it’s acting mysterious, Purpose was present, then poof—now it’s gone, Brain hit delete like it never turned on. Keys in my hand but I needed a pen, Phone in my pocket—why’m I holding it then? I pivot, I swivel, I circle, I stall, Forgot what I wanted, forgot it all. »[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]« I came for a thing, or a thought, or a sign, Now I’m just blinking and wasting some time, Did I need water? A sock? Validation? Or was this a quest for personal damnation? »[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]« Why am I here, why am I here, why am I standing? Brain doing cartwheels, thoughts left me stranded, I walked with a mission, a vision, a plan, Now I’m just vibing like “girl… yes? no? damn.” Doorway amnesia, habitual fear, Every new room makes my memory disappear, I turn right around like “nah, never mind,” Whatever I wanted just fell out my mind. »[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]« I open the fridge like the fridge has advice, Staring at leftovers judging my life, Close it dramatic, like “that wasn’t it,” Take three steps back and forget where I sit. I mumble excuses to no one at all, “Just stretching my legs,” I whisper to walls, Brain doing parkour, ideas all flee, I came here for something—just not known to me. »[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]« I retrace my footsteps, reverse my regret, Trying to summon the thought that I met, Hallway confession: “okay, be real,” Was it emotional growth or a snack-based appeal? »[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]« Why am I here, why am I here, why am I frozen? Mind full of noise but the answer is broken, I had a reason, I swear it was strong, Now it’s been missing for way too long. Doorway amnesia, rinse and repeat, My thoughts take a nap every time that I meet A brand new space and a change of scene, I forget my intentions immediately. »[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]« Step, stop, spin, think, blink, reset, Question my choices, life, mindset, Was I productive or just on a stroll? Why does my brain keep ghosting my soul? I laugh at myself like “girl, be for real,” This happens so often it’s part of my deal, If forgetting’s a sport, I’m winning the gold, Champ of the clueless, brave and bold. »[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]« Why am I here—wait, why did I come? Started with purpose, ended with none, I’ll walk back out and remember too late, “Oh yeah, that thing,” classic me, great. Doorway amnesia, my signature move, Losing my thoughts with incredible groove, I’ll try again later, pretend I’m aligned, Till the next room deletes my mind »[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«•»[ ? ]«
