Scribble, Scribble.
Nothing.
My idea turning into a disservice
Hand shaky; nervous.
No sense of sureness
Thoughts jumbled;
Speech mumbled;
Ideas crumbled.
But then...
The nothing
Turned into something
The something turned into one thing.
And the one thing was all i needed...
The ink spilled and so did my mind.
While my pencil lags behind;
Still going as designed
My limits undefined.
"Keep going" told my head,
"Keep going" I pled
And all else left unsaid.
Maybe you should try it.
Just sit,
Commit,
And submit.
