The Ticking of My Inspiration Clock, Goes Round and Round and Doesn't Stop

Flowing among the thousand words.

I feel my mind begin to swirl,

The tiny thoughts inside my head

Begin to form into a thread.

A thread that continues to swirl and twirl, 

 

Twirl to the point it, its forced to escape.

Escape my mind and into the air,

The air that holds all the other ideas.

 

And now it remains afloat above me,

back above of where it all started.

It's my choice to take it or leave it

To choose if I will succeed.

 

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