Ink in the blur
I have forgotten how to write That used to be me Words lost despite Its all I used to be Days fly past, yet time doesn't stir Thinking, feeling, emotions all Fleeing in the blur Of instant recall We're losing connections In this age of connectivity With GPS for directions But not for humanity In this quest for achievement Within insatiable scarcity Piling heartache And losing clarity So I search pen in hand Fighting with my head For words like grains of sand Chasing meaning that's fled