My attention is never focused,
always claimed by an idea needing to be written down.
My heart beats out the rhythm and rhyme of something unwritten,
My mind, full of
gears that are constantly turning,
producing and rewriting lines.
With my mind, body and soul
Captured
I become slave to the pen
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
My attention is never focused,
always claimed by an idea needing to be written down.
My heart beats out the rhythm and rhyme of something unwritten,
My mind, full of
gears that are constantly turning,
producing and rewriting lines.
With my mind, body and soul
Captured
I become slave to the pen
