I sits me down
I stops to think
And listen to
My brain cells clink
Why does it seem
I try too hard
Ideas die
In some graveyard
But if I catch
Myself off guard
I write a bit
Don’t try too hard
The thoughts leak out
From hidden place
Ooze out to fill
My writing space
Line up with care
Each precious drop
When it’s all gone
I know to stop.
*This is what happens when my subconcious springs a leak for six minutes.
I stops to think
And listen to
My brain cells clink
Why does it seem
I try too hard
Ideas die
In some graveyard
But if I catch
Myself off guard
I write a bit
Don’t try too hard
The thoughts leak out
From hidden place
Ooze out to fill
My writing space
Line up with care
Each precious drop
When it’s all gone
I know to stop.
*This is what happens when my subconcious springs a leak for six minutes.
2 comments:
The sound of brain cells clinking usually means some serious activity up in there.
Six minutes, eh? Good job!
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