All the Time

I forget all of the time
Whether there's maybe a key
Could unlock the trees to hell,
Hell being the trees themselves,
And beyond them nothing else.
I forget this all the time,
And yes, I forget the time.

I'd forget my pronouns if
Language weren't here to gall me,
Thought, the fungus of the mind,
Mind, the fungus of the brain,
Brain that forgets all the time.
The wind in infected trees
Sounds pretty, and that's the key.