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Do I like paper and pen more than clicks and a hand that can keep up with my mind?
I’m trying to find where my dreams went
Lost in the piles of clothes and crumpled paper
on my floor?
Locked in a jar beneath the floor boards of my room?
On a chair in an airport where I waited for a little too long
Thinking a little too much.

I’m trying to remember where I placed my motivation
Lost in the papers full of words
Of goals and future endeavors
Of explanations on life and the universe
In between files and folders tucked away in empty buildings
crawling through metal panels
wiggling its way into the machines that used to creak to life

I’m trying to remember where I lost my path
Dusty roads turned to twists and turns and all of a sudden there was no road beneath my feet
Only rubble and the earth
No man-made guide was resting beneath my gravity pulled feet

My car is out of gas
And my glass is out of tea
My notebook is full
And the new one is laying
SIlent
Untouched