It's a new day and I greet the airs of potential, and I wake it is fresh, it is there, this is new, it's all new, all news... old news, now it's gone. Two steps and one or more back, then this happens. I run out of steam, and forget where I'm headed. Click to the closest and read, lost in others thoughts while attempting my own.. and then the poetry of life is gone, the poetry of life is gone, and I wait without knowing until the next speck comes along and brings life into creation, and the vacuum is filled.

Ah, so clear! How could I forget?! But for a little, before it feeds back and the loop opens again. So I jump.

When it comes to the crunch, a vague emptiness remains, and I'm left alone. Again.