My mind has been close to death for three months
Gasping, In a mass grave of unused ideas
Surviving only on the hope
Of an intelligent conversation
But the rarity of such a thing
Made my faith weaken
In both humanity and my own mind
Until the opportunity arose,
A helping hand in the form of travel
As the days passed
My mind
Was slowly lifted out of the rejected ideas
And pushed forth into creativity
By new life experience