for the life of me.

when your ideas
feel
as distant as the stars

like in that dream
when you just couldn't
seem to print your own name

or hit that nail on the head

you kept missing.

like trying to throw a punch
hit or miss
while we both fell from the sky

This, is something you can’t know. you can feel.



but what you do feel

is always stuck
on the
tip
of
your
tongue