Storybook

One day I was writing my thoughts down.
But I couldn't catch them all...
Too many were up in the air;
out of reach,
and forgotten.

I didn't like that.
They come in streams, and left to be
misconstrued.
The grammar can attest to that!

I don't have all the ideas.

I saw a lady on T.V.
Her best-seller was based on a good idea
that reminded me.

And when they questioned the hobo on the other side of the world.
He spoke a fraction of pig-latin and semi-foreign gibberish mixed with sign language and morse-code.

Things just happen in spite of science.

Sometimes, I think of things I just can't understand.

They hooked me up to my deathbed.
The doctor said, "Things just happen in spite of God."

My apprentice promised to carry on as he went to finish my story.
My daughter held my hand, and knew what I was thinking.

I saw the end approaching....

What is now
is what was then.

Step back, and take another look:

'Here lies the site of the book.'