unsung

Sometimes when I think of a good first line, a feeling, or a moment that must be elaborated upon it escapes me before I can get to the pen. Someone stops me to ask where the restroom is or if the linguine is spicy. In a split second I’ve lost the rhythm, the tone, the voice, the words all together. By the time I am done speaking it’s all evaporated and I stand there for a few moments fishing in my head, trying to catch the tail end of whatever it was I had. Then when I cannot I start to wonder where they all go. Some unknown land of unsung lyrics.

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