The Notebook

Write that down, I may remember the thought,
It’ll be there when I need it… or so I was taught.

Pages drifted into a faded haze,
Delicate, fragile, lost to forgotten days.

Is it a work in process… or progress I mistook?
Store it digital, where I’ll never look.

The concepts and thoughts come easily,
I just jot them down into memory,
Before they drift away from me.

Pages drifted into a faded haze,
Delicate, fragile, lost to forgotten days.

I can’t finish this right now,
My mind’s not completely clear, 
But I wrote it down somehow…
So it’ll still be here.

I’ll get back to it, in time.

Pages drifted into a faded haze,
Delicate, fragile, lost to forgotten days.

The notebook l, upgraded, yet somehow overlooked,
A forever-forgotten memory.

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