These thoughts
These thoughts
They keep on fleeting
They flow from my head
To my arm
To my hand and my fingers
To my pen
They activate the ink
and spill out onto the paper
But how can they flee if there's nothing at the starting line?
Or when the starting line is fueled from the past thoughts?
Yet I can't find the paper they were spilled upon
How do I keep that fuel that rolls that fire?
All these questions
And the answers
They get the fuel gelling
But I know that that thought fuel,
as it passes from the head to the paper,
It travels through my veins
And those chemicals are at their stations
The fuel flicks their wicks
as it passes by
They ignite the chemicals in their canisters
The chemicals needed for inspiration and motivation
Chemicals called endorphins and serotonin
In which they travel back to my head
Into that starting line
And spark that ignition switch
Twenty-two questions
If only there were twenty-two answers
But all I can seem to find
are twenty-two catches
Some may call them excuses
About the Creator
Allen D. Lyons
Author of Hostage 100 and Full Steam Ahead. Co-host of the Fatty/Slim Podcast
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