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Living with an absent mind
That’s present everyday.
Walking with my head in the clouds
On a sunny afternoon.

Always knowing,
But never knowing what to know.
Forgetting everything that’s important,
And remembering nothing that’s forgotten.

Constantly full of clutter,
But always empty inside.
Why do I always stare
When there’s nothing else to do?

A virtual blackout
On the freeway in my mind.
Never paying attention,
But enough sense to pay the toll.

Going a hundred miles an hour
Down the right side emergency lane.
Destination imagination.
And I’ll get there however I can.