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Bits of you visible here and there, then a little voice telling me to remember
not to forget
before stampeding forth into “Thought Alley”.
Racing past windows, the flickering of the light there-in rhythmically spelling
the words “Make time”...
I Remember
Bits of you telling me to make time…
“Make time for thoughts as they define who you are”
you said…
Thoughts now playing Hopscotch toward their playground with deadly speed;
Dangerous swings, slides and merry-go-rounds impatiently awaiting their
presence.
How long will it take before they stop?! How long before their
batteries run flat?!
Hopping, skipping and jumping from one end to the other,
fusing in the middle somewhere to create yet another one,
another thought…
A zillion and two thoughts racing through my mind, stampeding all traces of
sanity and calmness to scatters of nothingness
and somewhere in there – is you.
MLee
04/05/2010