If I don't write, my mind may explode,
But once I get started it's a long, long road.
'Cause you see, I've got feelings; thoughts, even needs,
They're all trapped inside- just dying to be freed.
Now the problem lies between mind and fingers-
there's a disconnect that leaves thoughts to linger.
'Cause I can't empty them out, like a bag full of trash-
heck, I can only hope to grab a few from this stash.
Now here's a page full, and I've said next to nothing-
I wonder what'd happen if I really reached for something.
If you want to know about my recent creative ventures, check out my art blog- www.theblueroomventures.blogspot.com
Today, I feel overwhelmed, impatient, anxious, excited, and weary. Strange? Yeah.
How are you?