Erasing

So many ideas freshly spring from my mind.

How can something so concrete

At the same time become so brittle?

A thought once so vivid

Now only disappears when I open my eyes.

All the while,

The memories which had created my past

Are now growing vaguer with time.

The words not uttered will never pierce the air sharp and clear,

So in a moments passage

They have passed into and out of the ear.

Is the future I seek too far away?

Impossibly out of my imaginations reach,

Or is my mind bounded to an unexpanded imagination.

A kind of imagination that is stunted in all attempts to excel.

Some questions asked here, will have answers we may never know.

All we can do is let hope in, so that the mind may someday grow.