Why i should always carry a pen

There are times i cant recall
what i did or said or thought
or where i was or when or why.
The writing is on the wall for all to see
but for me its not even a distant memory.
sometimes ill write what i have not yet thought,
or think and forget to write.

Thinking can sometimes be like dreaming for me,
ill grasp the thought like it is a ribbon tied to a very nice balloon,
the ribbon slips and slips until the balloon is free,
and the thought is free of my mind forever.

Sometimes i hold tight my ideas
praying that they wont leave me,
my grip irrefutable and strong
yet in vain -
the idea is carried off by the wind as its sandy grains fall from my head.

Rarely can i capture my beautiful thoughts-
cage them onto paper,
forever.
But for some reason i then feel guilty,
as if i broke a rule.
or tried to keep what should not be kept.
so i release the dream from its bonds
and wait for it to return to me when it is ready.

Sometimes i think,
maybe it is me who is not ready.