Pages on paper all blank
Nothing written down
A thought comes
But the paper becomes cumbersome
For the most part, the trash being my file
All this thinking took a while
But ideas with all kinds of imaginations
They are all coming about being illustrations
Words that knock at the door of the heart receive no answer
But sentences full of inspiration are welcomed to enter
They are front and center
Yet my life is partly on turmoil
But my feet remain on secrete ground
Heart and voice are beating loud and clear
It was drama giving me too much fear
But I have been directed and knowledge became my understanding
Yes, I had a paper trail
But I am destined, and I an guided in not to fail