Lost Thoughts

Lost are the thoughts that burn like wood
Though written they're lost in some foreign place
If I could find them, then share them I could.
If I could find them, my mind would not race.

I scribbled and scrabbled as the plane flew by
Time was my friend, and words poured
the meter and rhyme as pure as the sky,
The meanings tugged, and the message roared.

Alas! I sit, discouraged and shamed.
With only a glimpse of what I recall
In this book was my most famed!
But now life came and took it all.

Trash to most, but a treasure to me
The ink and paper held my thoughts
A small glimpse of the world that I see
But now that image slowly rots.

We have a way to save our work,
It's better than a silly book.
Life will laugh with a crooked smirk
Laughing at your angered look