Thursday, February 08, 2007

Clairity

Crisp clear thoughts
Filled the morning air
I could only choose
One at which to stare

Each sequenced story
Had a purpose and a plan
I sought to be gounded by one
Like a space ship trying to land

All that my brain
Tried to freeze
Acted like snow that
Melted with ease

I wished to unlock
What was frozen in my mind
But the fluid motion that I sought
I could not find

If I could just piece together
The sequential parts of a day
It could be just a visit
I wouldnt need to stay

The clock is a reminder
That time sings a song
I cant hear it play
For very long

Im glad for my life
That was given only as a loan
And though my memory is fragmented
Its something that I own

by Ed

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