There will always be enough time to make notes of things, it may not be physical notes or stickies that you get to write and post everywhere. They are not part of something grander at all some days, just musings, thoughts and remains of something that are left behind on a Saturday evening somewhere on your plate. These mental notes have been with us in our memories from a long time whether it is about memories of our favorite toy or things we stared at as kids. "On Some Notes" was this idea of exploring notes we leave to ourselves in the back of our heads, our mental pointers that we take and some that remain with us and some that we miss out on completely. This comes really late in the day because it is supposed to be about the events of the day about the way it has been put together and some of the notes that the day has left behind. Here's to some notes in the back of my head
On Some Notes
On Some notes of the day when the evening is where your day begins
On some tired memories that stored days, the rest that remains unseen
I see time fly by, it plays a number on the jukebox I don't listen to anymore
A slow song reminiscent of home, and I dance I didn't dance before
On some notes the smaller writings are kept right where they are
In the back of the head, written in temporary ink and slightly afar
We get to take the rides we want. even the tired ones are homeward bound
And a walk back home seems like , the quiet moments that make no sound.
I will write to smaller things today, the simpler ones when you get to take a break
Where all the happenings of the day, are kept aside, in your own personal space
I often think of advice as recycled experiences that may or may not work at times
We are rough edges to a poetry, when all you are looking for is a rhyme
On some notes as the day will end, some lunch specials and walks alike
Will feed your memories and imagination still, as you will sit in your head & write
And the mellow endings of the day, the subtle things have all been said
You are meaningful in words that haven't been written, you are part of some notes in my head
On Some Notes
On Some notes of the day when the evening is where your day begins
On some tired memories that stored days, the rest that remains unseen
I see time fly by, it plays a number on the jukebox I don't listen to anymore
A slow song reminiscent of home, and I dance I didn't dance before
On some notes the smaller writings are kept right where they are
In the back of the head, written in temporary ink and slightly afar
We get to take the rides we want. even the tired ones are homeward bound
And a walk back home seems like , the quiet moments that make no sound.
I will write to smaller things today, the simpler ones when you get to take a break
Where all the happenings of the day, are kept aside, in your own personal space
I often think of advice as recycled experiences that may or may not work at times
We are rough edges to a poetry, when all you are looking for is a rhyme
On some notes as the day will end, some lunch specials and walks alike
Will feed your memories and imagination still, as you will sit in your head & write
And the mellow endings of the day, the subtle things have all been said
You are meaningful in words that haven't been written, you are part of some notes in my head
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