I woke up this morning with a relevant thought. By lunch it was obsolete.


I Guess It's Not Important

The music slips away
From the tip-top of my hat
It protects me from the day
And it sheilds me from this and that

All I come to find
Expectations are my fall
And in the wee-cracks in my mind
I guess it's not important after all



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-12-29 at 23:37

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Kathy Lockhart
hey, this happens to me all the time. I get a rush and then gush its all gone. I could write a book of lost thoughts if only i could remember them. lol.....another very enjoyable read Michael.
2006-12-30