The god dam roads closed behind my
Forehead thoughts stop behind never
Releasing just stagnant locked behind
Two syllables "ROAD CLOSED,

I want to wonder in the ideas that
Linger behind a sign leaving me
Suspended in limbos greeting
"Hi I'm having a deliberation,

But did hinder to my words, no
It just added another plank upon
The suspended thoughts that were
Tapping upon my skull bored.

Dam these motions that are static,
Just splash over the restrictions
That keep you in my hesitant
Thoughts needing imminent release.

I think of a number 7 its a mental
Thought as I grab it and hack at my
Mind, till that closed sign hangs
In pieces and lingers on the floor.

Then a memory of what was lingering,
Flood against the white shore in my
Head, and what spills on my mind is
This singular piece of inked thought.

"When a thought is contained beyond a moment
Kick in the door and let it spill forth,