A blank spot to write my thoughts
But there are thoughts under these
That you cannot see, layers of time
Hidden, covered with other thoughts
Memories, meshed together unseparable
If only I wrote before my brain overwrote
The file of my time here, halfway or so
Maybe less, poignant things still come
But then I forget to write them
Still I believe I will remember them later
When I get home from where I am going
But then I sit here, my memory blank
Staring at the blank spot to write my thoughts
