Where have they gone? There's no words to make clear,
They escape my every attempt to secure their discovery.
Lost without direction, wading aimlessly in the obyss,
They stand silent, awaiting any chance of recovery.
Some wait alone, some hold together in darkness,
Others seem to flock like nestling birds...
Many are lost, never to be found, yet we still cry...
"Where are the words?"
So True
Some of my greatest stuff
Went through my head and was gone
My brain is lyrical by nature
But less holding power