Going...
Going, going-Stop. Going- Stop- Going.
Thoughts, thinking, going, going-
Stoping- Freezing, evaporating-
Idea after idea forming, prospering,
Blooming brighter than comprehensible-
Then burning like paper under a flame.
A cloud of wonder,
Of unknown potential and exploration-
Drained gone with only fragments of a lost desirable dream.
My focus untrainable, Unobtainable. Why?
The question rings in my mind and it searches.
Too many sleepless nights? Too little silence in a world of noise?
But my mind, it goes, trying, trying, trying-
To create in world of hidden wonders and obvious disasters.
A story, a piece of fiction, a gift in words and concentrated glory.
Still, it continues going.