Every know and then something tickles my memory. It's like I should remember something, but I can't quite figure out what. I guess I wrote this in like 2005 as a sort of testament to that kind of frustration.
I sing a song at the end of the day
the tune is familiar
the words stay away
I search for the rest
but it's gone in an instant
Why won't it come to me?
I almost catch it but it slips away
Where did it come from?
Why won't it stay?
Reaching through cobwebs
that clutter my mind
Why won't it come to me?
Snatches and snipets
it's here then it's gone
Why won't it come to me?
Why do I feel that my life is this song?
Why won't it come to me?
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