Computer on my lap
Thesaurus opened in a tab
The cursor blinks away
But all ideas seem drab
The lights are turned down low
Only the fan hums in this quiet night
A million thoughts in this chaotic head
And yet, none seem just right
Strange how forgettable life is
Ephemeral in its elegant grace
A photograph on the wall, a band on your wrist
The stories forgotten, mere mementos leave a trace
Days buried beneath the sands of time
How do you reminisce when you can't remember?
I stare at a blank wall, helpless in my plight
Desperately clinging on to the dying embers
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