A Lost thought

Many questions are unanswered

many are not defined

images seen are so blurred

nothing is clear in mind...

memories have been washed away

my slate has been erased

on my bed, thinking, I lay

nothing can be traced...

Someday all will come back

I still have faith, I still believe

the only relief being this

someday I will retrieve

All the blur images, all vague thoughts

will all become clear; all will make sense

everything will be bright and new

everything will be clear about past tense

Then I will live the present

and not think of the future or past

I will smile, I will laugh

and my happiness will surely last...