some information unknown at the time rewrites the story
in realityi only know what i’ve seenand i question that
the snow on the pine fleeting, will tomorrow be just a memory
there are things we see but don’t notice; then later haunt our memories
it’s not what we see it’s what we notice seeing that we remember
change happens slowly in memory, but really it’s in an instant
upon reflection the picture’s a bit hazy if it did happen
we forget the frost until that first cold morning when ice crystals form 8°F/-13°C
we never forget we just make a decision to not remember
off in the distance memory begins to fade and we soon forget
uptown jack 