The Mind Poem by Maximum Odaro

Alas! The mind — what a marvellous representation of a cryptic juncture,
An oasis of endless possibilities, riddled with its complexities.

Anyways, where were we? Ah yes recollecting:
A superb way of reviewing all saved information stored in the cognitive.

I gave it liberty to roam free in its own world.
I guess the mind does come with a sky
How else can it be possible to have a clouded judgement?

But seriously where were we?
I can only remember that I am forgetting something,
But I cannot remember what I am forgetting.

Hence, I need to remember what I am forgetting,
To advance in remembering what I forgot
As to not forget to forget what not to forget,
As that is my main purpose of remembering.

I hope my mind is not made of glass,
For I fear for it not to break.