Like a fragmented puzzle with a missing piece,

One little lost brain.

Hopeless shards of memories and plans.

Snatches of prayers and purpose,

Locked in a coifed box, then shaken and stirred.

No single thought carried to conclusion.

One little lost brain.

Creativity won’t fit with solemnity,

And tomorrow won’t agree with today.

Hours chased in a million directions.

An hourglass with no bottom.

Grains of potential spilling on the floor.