Poor memory

Thu, 01/02/2014 - 00:03 -- rnxiong

I pause to think.

a second too late and the opportunity; gone.

that fate might allow a genius to slip, the slip of a genius;

the world's fate amiss. 

and tired my eyes fall heavy in sleep, 

desperate in dream to

recover a loss, to reinvent myth. 

but I'll never know since the feeling is gone, the thought long grown stale

the mind numbing sensory; 

time so elapsed 

that the careless mistake is a painless defeat, 

a mistake nonwithstanding. 

I once had a thought, once had a dream

but now, just poor memory. 

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