Captivated but the light of a blissful day,
waiting to see the next dazzling array,
I have been lost in a daydream far too many times,
turning to words I want so badly to find,
a quiet place to trap my burning inspiration,
thoughts holding great pressure rivaling a meter ton,
pen tips cannot drive as quickly as the stream flows never-ending,
is it one more thing I think or merely my mind pretending,
the process often moves to fast,
making the scribbling of ideas a habit that never lasts.
Hard is it to catch those fleeting thoughts,
but just as devastating when those realizations are finally caught.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
Captivated but the light of a blissful day,
waiting to see the next dazzling array,
I have been lost in a daydream far too many times,
turning to words I want so badly to find,
a quiet place to trap my burning inspiration,
thoughts holding great pressure rivaling a meter ton,
pen tips cannot drive as quickly as the stream flows never-ending,
is it one more thing I think or merely my mind pretending,
the process often moves to fast,
making the scribbling of ideas a habit that never lasts.
Hard is it to catch those fleeting thoughts,
but just as devastating when those realizations are finally caught.
