I'm trying to find a piece
that I lost, written somewhere
in one of my compositions
too many notebooks to, riffle through
so I sit and try to think of it
but, I still can't seem to remember
one bit of the thought behind it
it makes me wonder sometime
why am I jotting all this stuff down
just for it to go astray and can't be found
if it was so important, to be heard
why can't I remember one word
then it came to me like a piece of mail
that I had to open up quickly
to my surprise, the pages were blank
reminding me that I never put it down
because when it came to me the first time
I did not have writing on my mind
nor did I have a pen in my hand
at the time, I was too busy looking down
forgetting to keep my head to the sky