It was neatly formed in my head last night,
And I thought to myself, "I should set this down right",
But my dreams were calling,
And I was falling
Into the arms of sleep.
So that one is lost, like its brothers ahead,
And this one is here to be in its stead.
A poor replacement, I am sure,
But it will just have to do
Until I can find
In a corner of my mind
That which is just out reach.