Fleet

There are things that need the time and attention

And there are things hardly worth a mention

So why do fleeting thoughts stay?

There are moments that last a lifetime

And moments that are gone in the blink of an eye

So why do fleeting thoughts remain?

There are promises made on pinkies

And commitments made with trinkets

But why do fleeting thoughts lay?

They come so fast because they are fleet

They amass, armed at the ready because they are fleet

Then again they can disappear because they are fleet

My emotions just don’t work that way. Nothing about me can be described as fleet or fleeting. Would my life be simpler if it could?