I write for when I forget.

Lost from memory, escaped my thoughts; yea, you know what I mean.

Like most people losing my thoughts makes me fret.

This means I can’t afford to be lenient.

It’s dangerous to have a beautiful thought,

Just to see it whisped away by the wind to wherever.

On their own they may never come back, although they ought.

All the creations of your mind gone forever.

Pencil forever preserves your mind’s creations.

Keeps them around just like a fossil.

Paper gives your collection a place to grow, a safe haven;

And by the end of your life you’ll have a stack colossal.

Writing keeps your thoughts with you

In those dire moments that you cannot remember them.

Just look back to that paper filled with black hue.

And relive your mind’s workings again.