Fleeting Curiosities

I find myself typing, fingers dance on the keys,

seeking that knowledge that slips like a breeze.

What was it again? That fact on repeat,

a loop of confusion I just can’t defeat.

Each search feels like chasing a ghost in the mist,

a question unasked, a truth I can’t list.

The screen glows with answers that fade from my mind,

yet here I am searching, determined but blind.

I wish I could grasp it, hold it so tight,

but knowledge drifts off, just out of my sight.

So I click once again, let the cursor just blink,

a cycle of questions, a loop on the brink.