Sometimes
I'll think and daydream
About all the poems I could write
The phrases I hear in my head
Like "Oh thats a thought."
Writes it inside skull

And then my mind wanders again
Creating and pontificating on
New phrases, words, strewn together
Like salted jam

And then my mind will wander again
Daydreaming about how this moment felt with you
Or that
And in the end I never write those poems out.