come back, little thought
Fleeting
Fumbling
Thought
So quickly the "genius" is turned off
My muse goes on holiday in seconds
The play on words plays me
And I can't remember where my mind just was
I try to recreate the moment
But the threads are slipping through my mental fingers
I am emotionally grieved by this loss
What was the idea?
Think. Think. Think.
Alas
it
is
no
good.
It
is
gone.
Locked in a box
Not to be shared
Lost by my cerbral cortex
I am in the grieving process
Acceptance is eluding
Come back thought
Come back to me
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