Chasing tumbleweed in the air
Posting on a wall that is not there
Lost the plot but found new friends
Always something starts or ends

Cosmic dust is hard to clean
Blue glare of the pc screen
Draws me in the dark of night
Internal conflict puts up a fight

Loose ends of my writing
Tied up and uniting
The core of the style
Might shake some bile

Honesty the virtue of choice
Speaks the little quiet voice
Fingertips that never lie
Till the digital ink runs dry

Invisible force through me flowing
Brain organ not in the knowing
Direct highway to higher source
Let it out or gut remorse

There are times with nuggets of gold
Other nights are long and cold
How to make the perfect rhyme
Design melodic moments in time

Under fingers words crumbled
On a treasure reader stumbled
Line of thought transferred quick
Witty essence in one click

Come on put it to the test
The book in you can be the best
Grip a pen or board of keys
This very moment try to seize

What’s on your mind what’s in your heart
Jot it down and start
Unravel the truth
Of You