Woking

I had something...
an idea that...?
something...
well,
shit.
I wish this were the first time.
I wish it was an irregular occurrence,
but the reality is that this is my normal.
whether from drug use
bad genetics
eating food from aluminum cans
the reason is irrelevant.
Cause here I am scratching my head again
as another ground breaking thought slips back into the ether.
At times I hope collective mind is a real thing.
At times I hope that a lot of the stuff that I know to be bogus
isn't.
Because then, there may be someone, somewhere
who will get my lost thought.
It will find in them a home it deserves
and be allowed to grow into fruition.
But who then lost the ideas that I treat like my own?
And is there a place where ideas, too oft neglected,
go to retire and absorb the knowledge that they are not needed.
where do they come from?
where did they go?
....
Oh yeah!
We need to buy more grapes when we go shopping.