In the fleeting moments of this life the muse might hit you
a recipe wrinkle you didn't think of before
a road unseen before
shall we take it?
do it I say. for we might not pass this way again
how many lost thoughts have been in my head?
this is why I carry a pen everywhere I go
but, I have to stop long enough to write it down
to stop at the side of the road to see the sign
we just don't know when or if it will visit us again
I can't capture the rage of the moment I felt an hour ago
it's there bubbling beneath the calm exterior
nor the joy of finding a kindred soul
it isn't lost. It is there as it ever was before I saw it
I just can't catch it. I might as well try to catch the smoke
oh the hover fly that scared the people lands upon me
go find a flower little friend
I know you like me, Yes, I am your friend
but, this is not the time
I guess he was trying to tell me
no, friend, now is the time
stop whatever you are doing
speak with me
yes, he lingered upon the phone as I was at play
and maybe I learned something
I sure hope so.
