Unknown

I'm worth the trouble of unknowing,
this is what I've learned through life,
I'm worth every memory forgotten,
every stone that's turned again,
Dementia of the times before,
a good nights sleep in bed.
I'm worth turning past the clock,
Not a moment of their time,
im worth the same I did before,
when I didn't quite know why.
im the back of someone's face,
as they start running out the door,
A shadow of the past for them,
an innocent wash from shore.
I hold a trail of grey behind me,
a simple but forgot,
I stand alone and unrememerable,
so I stay behind and rot.