I’ve taken out my pen at least ten times within the last ten minutes
Every time I set out to write a profound line or statement
The ink dries up and my mind wanders to numbered lists
Vibrational tinkering
Jingling
Repetitive nonsense
Off-key but
Playing its own
Dramatic melody
Been here before, balancing on the tightrope
Obsessing about answers when I don’t even know
I have really enjoyed perusing your train of thought
A little boy fell off of his bicycle
Scared and all alone
He grabbed the sidewalk for its warmth
But ended up getting burned
Crawling around on all fours
He forgot how to walk
Abandoned, hurt, and sick of himself
He never made it home
Scraping out the ash from the bottom
Lighting up and hoping for one more
Fingers burning but still I don’t stop
Finally, there is something to feel
If I were honest with you
Then I would have to believe myself
There are moments when I doubt everything
With too many thoughts to figure out
It’s always the last hit that
seems better than the next
The sun sets on restless minds
Attracted by shiny gems glowing
Ambers in the eyes of who’s looking
Momentary distractions demanding attention
Versus simply enjoying the moon
If dreaming were easy than more people would have less to believe
And less to think of as real
Even if reality is never something we understand
There’s a special price to pay for
Being above all of the rest:
Creatures hovering through the rain
But never getting wet
Watching the animals below as they scatter
Shielding their faces with the backs
Of their hands
No attention to what’s overhead
As they run for cover
Even if the rain falls
Creating sad, long lines down the pane
I can still find myself
On the other side looking in
I am grateful for fluffy snow ❤
Muse Writer 