Is it better to try and remember?

This town looks empty at night.
The lonesome streetcar
should put on its lights.
But for some reason
This town is a treason
Against thoughts
And feeling alright.

Your efforts are worthless
In the morning.
My head is just torn at the seems.
Is it better
To try and remember?

Dreams out yonder, beyond the curtains
That keep out the cold,
And lock in the worrying.
No one glares no more.
No one stares no more.
My poor efforts end here for certain.

Your ideas are ignorant in the morning.
I’m feeling the brunt of confrontation.
Is patience
Another word for complaisance?