Ideas and words are popping up everywhere in my head,
Yet there is none to talk and share with.
During the deep slumber I tossed and turned in dread,
Fearing the loss of memory will become the truth
I can no longer erase or retrace.
Searching hard I have been doing
To find that moment of existence.
Finally I have come to meeting
The one that brings in this consensus
While I pondered timelessly whether to rejoice.
