Interrupt

I'm starting to think that Listening; vibrations of sound traveling into my ear Jumble inside my head and my mouth speaks: Oh dear ... Is starting to become a bothersome application Could I delete it? The qualm of your voice Memory of choice The ever wishing thought of a happily ever after But age has shown us that we should learn to write our own chapters Or maybe just a Misdirection of conception Interpretation of the incorrect question As if Giovanni Schiaparelli wrote the outline wrong And now the summary would be believed as phantom physics And that very idea makes my synapsis re-visit Gong! Time's Up How nice the thought Of my own thoughts to go and interrupt I was thinking of something That turned into something That wasn't the something before But isn't that what we are trying for? Not to remember anymore...