A thought, a glimpse. The solution?
Damn its gone! Mind pollution?
I know, I think, oh, not again!
It’s slipped, it’s fled, off it ran!
A mind’s a trap or so they say,
But mine seems a sieve today.
The shame of losing answers to the trouble,
Is gaining it again to lose it double.
My pen or hand seems too slow,
I write, but then I think, oh no!
I could solve the worlds problems forever,
If my mind and hand just worked together!