The Land of Lost Thoughts

Beyond the bounds of memory, Where forgotten thoughts reside, Lies a land of lost perspectives, Where the past and present collide. A path made of cobwebbed memories, Leads me through the misty haze, As I search for the thoughts I've lost, In this surreal, forgotten maze. I see a river of ink, Flowing with forgotten words, And a forest of quill pens, Dancing in the absurd. A castle made of forgotten dreams, Towers in the distance far, And I can hear the echoes, Of memories that were. As I wander through this land, I am met with a sense of dread, For in this place, the past is present, And the forgotten, not yet dead. I come upon a door, That leads me back to reality, I step through, with a sense of relief, But also with a sense of loss, of what could have been. For in the Land of Lost Thoughts, I have discovered the forgotten corners of my mind, And though it was a surreal journey, It has helped me to better understand, and redefine.