Well where did it go?
The place all lost thoughts go, I suppose.
Will it come back?
I guess only time will tell.
Why don’t you find it?
Trying to find lost thoughts never ends well.
Maybe they are meant to be lost
Maybe they were never meant to see the light of day.
They are lost to the spring showers that slowly wash them away.
They travel around forming groups
For a while they are lost, not knowing what to do.
Then they settle down, out of the way,
So new thoughts can form and do what they do.
The thoughts are lost but so rarely forgotten,
Forming forests and life where the lost gather often,
The lost and the beautiful.
Never the rotten.
Well where does the rotten go?
Nobody quite knows.
They appear in politicians dreams, I suppose.
Lost thoughts can always be found again.
Around corners, up and over bends.
When the wind whispers, try to listen.
Because these lost thoughts?
They all have one mission.
To find a home again, some place warm and new.
When you whisper back to the wind,
It listens to you.
So to find the lost thoughts, one must be patient,
Go around the corner, up and over the bends,
You might just find your lost thought again.