they usually get swept under a rug
lost in a corner
surrounded by dead skin and dirt.
things get planned
then life happens
some are accomplished
in unexpected ways
they pile up on a list
magnetically charged to metallic doors
scribbled on pieces of paper that will get lost.
it starts with good intentions
but people cannot keep pace with the mind
things get stuck in the back of memory
until other things jog them up.
i feel sorry for things
they are at the mercy of human thought and inaction
and i feel sorry for people
they tend to become slaves of the things.
