Runaway Fingers © Poem by Roann Mendriq

Now, do you ever pause to think,
while scribbling down a poignant line?
To seek a neat and structured link,
in an attempt to re-align?

Somehow, I start off solid, strong,
And then I drift and seem to veer;
My fingers blithely play along,
all logic seems to disappear...

Then, as they dance upon the keys,
Without a pause to read what's done;
As wayward as the fickle breeze,
They drum themselves, to say, "what fun! "

What utter bliss, to watch them flee!
My fingers run away with me!