Thoughts coalesce into something beautiful I reach out and they disperse The image fades too quickly A Polaroid developing in reverse Reaching for a light that's constantly changing position Waving my arms around like I'm trying to get somebody's attention Kneeling, head bowed Waiting for a sign The idea express never seems to move in a straight line Struggling to follow the curves It jackknifes off the tracks Heat builds up in the car Melting all the features from the wax So much slips away So much that I wish would stay Just a little longer Long enough to get a good look Well, maybe next time