The Wandering Jew in me seeks forgetfulness.

I am not afraid to live on and on, if only I do not have to remember too much.

A long past vividly remembered is like a heavy garment that clings to your limbs when you would run.

And I have thought of a charm that should release me from the folds of my clinging past.

I take the hint from the Ancient Mariner, who told his tale in order to be rid of it.