Lost

I forgot to pick myself up from the last turn
I don’t remember what I am like
My color, taste, feel, smell
Have vanished from my memory
And I can’t find my way to that
Bend in the road
Where I forgot to pick me up
I choke on my laugh
That erupts from the rememberance
Of a long forgotten memory
I drive, I walk, I chase
I dig deeper and deeper
Claw at my memory
But there is no clue of the loce’
There is just a silly dream
Of fragrance, color, water and clouds
Blurring my vision
Annoying my like a stubborn child.