Fly, Thought, Fly!

A little though is like a fly

That goes buzz-buzz-buzzing by

It sits on your head.

It sits on your nose.

And, if you ignore it, away it goes!

You missed the bus. It won't come back.

It has set off for some arachnid's trap,

As you're left alone...

Wondering...

What could it be? What could it be?

Was it about the curious reflection in the rain puddle that

Caught my fancy,

Somewhere else, sometime ago?

What it, by chance, a parcel

from the daughters of Zeus And Mnemosyne?

Or about the chocolate craving that i have on the 11th

Of every month?

Thought, come back...

You never even gave me a chance.

It's just like tring to remember the face

Of your neighbor's eldest daughter...

You know you know it

But somehow can't catch it.

It sits, dangling it legs, on the picket fence

Out of the reach of memory's magic arm,

Only by a hair's breadth...

As you wonder with a sigh,

(A fly's like a thought.

A thought's like a fly.)

There one goes!buzz-buzzing by.

I keep losing my thoughts all day

Like a child with twenty green marbles

Cupped in hands

Barely fit to hold ten.

One slips, and he bends to pick it up

Then, there goes another. And another.

And another.

But, then, my thoughts are not mine

(like flies),

They go from head to head to head.

Shoo them away, and you'll never know what you missed.

'Cause someone catches them and wins a prize

While you're left alone...

With the marbles you still haven't lost, of course.

Next time,

When you scare away a fly or bee,

Think: you might have shoo'd the theory of relativity.