missing a storyline to forever along the road

Returning seems some time as empty as when leaving to fill yourself with something. Countless kilometers. Endless rows of people cross your eyesight. Their stories entwine with yours for just brief moments. But then it is that your eyes are filled with images that don't change. Hidden in the security of your deepest pockets. Stuck in the inner chamber of your thoughts. Like a tune you got tenaciously in your mouth, one that you heard and wont leave your lips until you sing all the song and fill your ears with this melody. Could be a whim only to just enjoy this brief tune. What if this tune is in your mind for such a long time? What if you cant ever get its words right? Always in this predicament were you cannot sing it. Always trapped in this crowd that stares at you on the first attempts to catch this wonderful tune. You just know what it feels like to want something so badly and then miss on the only opportunity to have the chance to fill your mouth with this melody that breaks in your lips like a tidal wave. Some words i can speak, sometimes maybe sound this, but should i had this moment again, i can sing this tune. I can pass it on to you as strongly as the feeling of this desire. But then that is the thing with moments. You have it for such a little time and then it is gone. And i missed my chance of having more of those.