Sitting at a side walk cafe
Drinking expresso...Lost in my thoughts of
Visceral churning...Anticepation on rise
While figthing wiht Yea and Nay.
My thoughts began to rise,
Then the expresso would kick in and
the planes would fly over head
Sounding like Sonic Booms in my head,
The impulses piercing my mental screen
out of a clouded sky,
Oh! ! the thought to run from it all.
As the planes continued their fly by's,
Yet...Some where out of my clouds...
Comformting the formation of thought,
That's been by fuled by a high octain
impulse of caffeine
Flies a lone vessel on the waves of ideas.
' The Treacherous Thought To Face Up...'
To strafe this formation of impulse,
With round after round of my own thuth,
Scattering this winged formation was,
The Thundering Boom, the Realization,
The rude awakening of me at War,
Within myself engaged in a ' Dog - Fight '
Across the skies of my mind.
' IN SEARCH OF? ? ? '