A thought flattened beneath
A thousand others
More important and more
Timely
A thought, not dead
Just barely
Surviving
Hanging on
Faintly hoping to
Be resurrected one day
To be brought back
Into glorious consciousness
A thought given up for dead
Lost in the system
With nobody looking or
Searching for it
But the day will come
When for whatever reason
That thought will be the
Most important of all thoughts
But by then it might be too late