and still there are times
that the pen just won't move
and the page stays blank
under thought how many
different ways can it be expressed
quest for answers
and more questions
as the minutes role by like
tumbleweed in the desert
still the mind goes blank at times
unwinding in the awful heat
and humidity nearly thirty minutes later
the page remains less than full time job
collecting thoughts for any and all
to see if they care who does
the thinking and who stands
eyes focused on the page
beneath pen and deep thought
pounding at the side of tonight
long passed too tired
to stay awake sixty minutes passed now
barely two pages filled
what is he thinking as the night
slips closer to tomorrow
further from yesterday and some would say
he's got nothing to speak
of thought he's got
too many...
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