As 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.