They come to me at inopportune times,
Taunting me with their quickness and light.
Swirling about in my head so easily,
I try to remember them, with all my might.
And when I finally find a better time,
A time to remember them and contemplate,
They have flitted right out of my head,
Always in a hurry, never willing to wait.
And so, I sit here, empty-headed
Not knowing what clever thing to say.
Why, Oh Why, dear enlightened words,
Did you have to jump up and go away?
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