It flows like
Words
Said
Hours ago
Remebering
Listening
Hearing
Maybe
Comprehending
But not
Fully getting
The picture
A smudged attempt
At piecing
Together small
Clues
Like those bread
Crumbs Hanzel
Couldn't find
In the dark
A flow
Of mishap
Taken for granted
Cause it was
In those mistakes
You learned
For another day
You'd find your
Rythm again
Flowing in
The wind