oh, to be so absent-minded
to forget the videos I must make,
the poems I must write
in order to become absorbed
in the craft of constructing
what we call
music
the mind goes bliss with blank
and crazy with inspiration
of notes, beats and tunes
that yearn to break free
from the mind that forgot
to do two things
promised
forgetting even the structure
of an ode yet writing one
does it rhyme or have
rhythms to tap to
who really knows anymore
because I do not remember
one bit
VEDA and Something Write…
getting them done late
better then than never
but to forget like that
inexcusable except
I had an utter blast making
music