With the aid of my intellect,
I try to collect
Hoping to come out correct
With an idea I see
A vision within
I don't know whats next
But my fingers caress the keyboard hand in hand
Spilling out my inner thoughts
Without an objective in mind.
I wonder, will this be just another poetic failure?
But then i feel the urge,
My fingers unstoppable
Speeding with every letter it hits
Making clicks, sounds, beats, I hear a song
Pause!
I'm loosing focus, lacking meaning, holding on to my mortal coil
I stop! Abrupt!
Its Over.