Raw ideas fade like dreams
An idea written in ink only days ago
Has become a riddle
Hiding its intent behind enigmatic script
So vivid in my mind at the time of its inception
That I barely had time to write the words
Before more came bursting through
Insisting to be documented.
Now I scarcely recognize these words
Scrawled in my own hand
Would it that these ideas never presented themselves
As I would never know what was lost
In these few lines
Is it a kingdom?
A spacecraft?
A lover’s quarrel?
I have forgotten
And the idea has passed me by.
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