Right now my eyes are droopy
Vision snoopy
If they open and shut any faster
I might give in and pass out
I’m searching for words to say
Searching for something deep to hold your gaze
But all I hear are crickets
My giant imagination has shrunk to a midget
Perhaps… perhaps she was right
I need some sleep
But hey, love and work never do so why should I?
… Probably because I can barely open my eyes
The funny thing is that I’m brimming with revelation
So much culminated in this day man
I learned not only secrets unto my own self
But global secrets on how to save men
Ha. Global secrets.
I’ll not attempt to explain, to see how deep you let it get.
Open the banks of your mind to a sea
And let new ideas sink in
That’s what my consciousness is doing
Acting like a broken Starbucks – not brewing
Frontin like I’m 60, telling me to hit the hay
I lean back in my chair, my voice hoarse saying, nay, nay…
However now I’m rambling
For words I’m not scrambling, but my mind is
So I do bid thee adieu and farewell…
…Listen to the lady…
…The stone knows nought from whence it was cast…
~The Wordsmith