missed a day

missed a day in more
than one sense of the words
all jammed up for a day
in the life two days
can't move fast enough
a solitude I can't seem
to see my way out
of the mind and onto
the page after page
love it how ink sprays
paper so randomly
like the words that form thoughts
when read by many
if any randomly scattered
thoughts tattered thoughts
how many have this kind of time
and would chose to do something
constructive with it as a goal
as a light at the end of some tunnel
destined to do good
missed a day but who would miss it
switching to a less obtrusive method
of madness in pen out pouring thought
soaring and searing the page under it...