What a wicked torture
To think at such a pace
The chaos must be tamed
But wild thoughts they race
No story comes from rambling
She must connect the links
Words from pen to paper
Come faster than she blinks
Caught in a current of thinking
Swept away in tangents
What hides behind excitement
Her focus must be intense
Pen primed and set on paper
For lucid thoughts to tell
From her mind into the world
A sample from her well
Wisdom gained from her life
To spill upon the page
And tell the wicked stories
That cause her mind to rage
(3/6/14 1: 30am)
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