The air is crisp and motionless..
I need to free my mind; I have found that it is mostly bound
The words pounding like drums inside of me fail to make a sound.
The ideas I seek won’t come, I find it so hard to write on command
I need to quiet my mind and listen to the bird like seeds my conscious is dropping into the wind of my wakeful dreams..
I struggle with completion…with sentences tied up just so..
So that they complete the story… that you all must surely know.