Clouded, shrouded, blocked
was my mind by your thoughts
for years remained uncleared
despite all my frantic struggles.
The mist has been growing thin
Now, it isn't even faintly visible
What was a thought is a memory
However strongly I try to hold it,
to a more distant place it drifts off.
Alas,
Your thoughts have faded into a memory
And I ain't no magician to restore them.
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 6:40 AM UTC
Clouded, shrouded, blocked
was my mind by your thoughts
for years remained uncleared
despite all my frantic struggles.
The mist has been growing thin
Now, it isn't even faintly visible
What was a thought is a memory
However strongly I try to hold it,
to a more distant place it drifts off.
Alas,
Your thoughts have faded into a memory
And I ain't no magician to restore them.