I hate it when I loose my thought
It makes me mad, its all for naught
The words come quickly to my mind
Then out they go, for me to find
They play there little petty game
Of hide and seek much to my shame
I try and try to get them back
Only to see them fall throught the crack
I try and reach them, pull them upward
It is no use, I must move forward

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