There is a world
That you have forgotten
And there is another
That you remember
When you think back
One whole year ago
On a moody day
The end of November
What do you see
What do you find
When you search your memory
For that moment in time
Is it something significant
That you keep in supply
Or is nothing and lost forever
Without a goodbye
There are at least two worlds
But most likely more
One you don't care to know
The other you endlessly explore
Yes I'm of the belief
That there's definitely more
A world you take with you
And a world you ignore
