When ideas fall like leaves
Crumbling like broken transcripts
Slowly drifting away in the wind
Uninspired and daunted
By the momentous synapses of time
I gaze down to the vast gaping chasm with laborious stoicism
Waiting, persevering, thinking
Crushing the pikemen of nihilism
With a thousand determined dragoons
Pining for the imperial plunder of thoughts
And the surrender of the imagination to the pen