Like the sea, thoughts swirl inside of me.
Which ones will break free?
Like lightning, they flash, there and then gone.
Fleeting, tempting.
When will a good one come?
There are some many things I feel I could say
but I have no way to say them.
I have memories of having memories,
but the memories themselves are faded.
It's like an old picture from 100 years ago.
It once was so clear, but now it's turning to dust.
What was I going to write today?
Some ideas are gone
until someone else remembers them.
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