I go to bed and I think 
of something to write,
Then I go to sleep and 
I dream all night.

I think and I think and 
it is all for naught,
When I wake up in the morning, 
I find that I forgot.

During the day, I will 
be working at something,
I will come up with a 
subject that has a good ring.

When I find thw time 
and paper to write it on,
I ramble in my head and 
find it is gone.

While I am riding or 
driving in a car,
Thinking in my head, 
it is not too far,

When I finally get 
to where I am going,
Where it is I have 
no way of knowing.

I must learn to carry 
a paper and a pen,
Wherever I am going, 
wherever I have been,

Then I can always 
write it down,
Whenever it happens 
to come around.

I look always for 
something to rhyme,
And when I do finally 
do find the time,

In the evening and 
I finally do sit,
I start to write and 
wonder, where is it?

I lose a lot of 
writing in this way,
Because I have lost 
what I want to say.

Do you wonder what 
I am talking about?
Writing my poems, 
I am wanting to shout.

10-11-96

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