Those Jotted Notes Poem by Monica M Engeler

So I have been taking notes for ideas,
So many things floating in my head,
So crazy that I just don't want to forget it
So I still take those ideas and think ahead.

Here I go, my notes are going into use,
One idea was getting my room in order,
The next was doing my laundry,
Those ideas were now completed together.

It was time to move away from my scribbles,
Those little entries were erased.
Oh! I am babbling with no real idea, how fun.
It's cold and wishing for those notes were no case.

Here I am, thinking, wondering, dreaming.
Here I am waiting for time to rush away,
Here I am wondering, not sure whats next,
Here I am dreaming of a story to come my way.

I am searching, chasing, and reaching for answers,
I am dabbing in the cold room,
Maybe if I believe for tomorrow, my notes will move on.
Those jotted ideas will then just bloom.

Always believe in your dreams,
Those jotted notes will one day come together,
Maybe babbling is a good thing,
But wishing and dreaming may not last forever.

Thank you for the day,
Thank you for my dreams
Thank you for what comes this way.
Maybe my notes will be free.