I seem to have lost something.
Its strange, i’ve looked everywhere.
It hasn’t slipped down the side of the desk,
It isn’t in the car,
I can’t find it in by bag
and I haven’t left it anywhere.
I suppose that is the way mental stability works.
Once you’ve lost it,
It really doesn’t seem to want to be found.
But perhaps I will check the fridge,
just to be sure.
Lost part II’:~
Whilst walking I realised that some things which
are lost, can’t be found in only
I have started finding it, but in
bits. I found the first bit in some
Aretha Franklin lyrics sent via text.
Some was in Whitstable on the
beach, and a little bit was in a cup of
tea in a spongebob mug.
I found some of it whilst breaking
down outside Canterbury West.
Some of it I found as my hand was
held tightly in an ambulance.
But I found most of it I found in a hug in
36a North Lane. I couldn’t have found it
in a normal hug. Only in one there.
In fact, I seem to find a bit in every
I suppose that tells me where to keep looking.
I will put a note in the fridge, so
that I find it faster next time.