The very thought was given,
Of this I was most certain.
And then simply taken away.
As if somehow forgotten
(and just before it�s rotten)
I�d say it�s never given to stay.
Now it�s subtly touching
Someone who's truly mumbling,
stumbling upon the notion of the day.
A brilliant theory's forming
yet it could�ve been merely NOTHING�
Most of this I really could not say.
If again the bulb it lights
above my head, a hook to bite
And then see it gradually
fade away
I�ll tell you something quickly
For it leaves me oh so swiftly
and you remember it!
I sincerely hope and Pray.
When the world seems so cold
and someday call you "old",
all your thoughts will dwell
on younger days.