Heads up

I'm trying to find a piece

that I lost, written somewhere

in one of my compositions

too many notebooks to, riffle through

so I sit and try to think of it

but, I still can't seem to remember

one bit of the thought behind it

it makes me wonder sometime

why am I jotting all this stuff down

just for it to go astray and can't be found

if it was so important, to be heard

why can't I remember one word

then it came to me like a piece of mail

that I had to open up quickly

to my surprise, the pages were blank

reminding me that I never put it down

because when it came to me the first time

I did not have writing on my mind

nor did I have a pen in my hand

at the time, I was too busy looking down

forgetting to keep my head to the sky