Memory SearchAs I segment the search of what happened, I currently don’t remember, so what then? Some way I’ll know what to write, Somehow I’ll feed the mouth that will bite, In the words I put together for a rhyme, Formulating how to spend my time, Clarity seems gone & I’m not sure why, For now I’ll acknowledge I can’t fly, Maybe in my dreams as I sleep, Or if I’m levitating the ideas I seek, If I could save the villain from the victim, As it happens, I’ll be at peace with him, For her to be by my side; happily ever after, Yet, inside my world is temporary laughter. |
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