Rites Of Spring

I was the champion of forgive forget
But I haven't found a way
To forgive you yet
And though I know you and I are through
All my thoughts are lines converging in on you
I wish sometimes, the mind were blind
I see - What must be seen
To feel - What can't be real
To know - What's done is done - it goes on and on
I am the victim of a persistent vision
It tracks me down with it's precision
And though I know you're not in my eyes