a poem

I thought of a poem

along the way home

but i didn't have anything
to write the words on.

So when I jumped off the jeep,
I ran along the streets
hurriedly towards home sweet home

When I got home, finally
I zoomed to my room quickly
Looking for a pen and paper
while I still remember
these words that I have strewn.

The moment I found the scribes
I started losing my vibes
One by one, each word fell
into the deep obscurity's well.
And so let this confession
be a well remembered lesson
saying you must always prepare,
always bring a pen and paper.