Full of well-begotten hopes and intentions
I told my inner self to retreat into the
far reaches of my mind.

In the meantime, the Pragmatist emerged
prepared to attack my dwindling resources
with a newfound vengeance.

For the sake of my future
I began to forget the here and now.

I don't remember what it is
to be in hot pursuit of the "could be doing"
simultaneously fleeing the "should be doing"

I have yet to force me to remember me,
somehow the Pragmatist is still justified
for imprisoning the memory of a dream.