Some find that quite insane,
It was ripped off years ago by my son,
So I altered my brain.
Don't know what's happ'ning directly behind,
I look left, right and front,
Like bats who have no need of seeing eyes,
I get by with other information.
I imagine there's always someone there,
At my back needing care,
Like memories that made me who I am,
That I don't need to share.
So, if you want,
To drive along with me,
You'll have to learn to look forward, not back,
I no longer have need for history.
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