I forget more than I remember
Sometimes genius is lost along the path
As I wander with no particular direction
Through the woods
And through my thoughts
There’s so much I want to know
To untangle with my mind
But a creature on the path breaks my attention
And the thread is snatched away
Like a kite freed on the wind
I no longer have control
Snatch at the thread I may
But it blows beyond my reach
My mental investigation
Freed from my control

I forget more than I remember
So much inspiration spilled at my feet
The canvas of intention ruined
As the latent creation in the pot
Is poured across the floor
The colours all a mix
And there’s no hope of separation
No defining of the hue
Walk on and cry not
Over what has been spilt
Breath deeply and experience this moment
For there’s so much more to know
Maybe it’s a gift to squander genius
To return and indulge once more
To forget and wipe the slate clean