Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Thought Pattern


Sometimes
Late at Night
I think and I think and I think
And I believe that these ideas are the best I have
Aggrandized by a moment 
Elongated by darkness and silence
And I write nothing down
And I wake up and my exacting memory fails
And the thoughts are less than exact
The thoughts are murky
And I mourn a flash of brilliance 
That existed for no one but me
And I curse my mercurial mind. 


1 comment:

thetroublewithlisa said...

i understand. i relate. oh! how i know this feeling!