Thought Soup / 02

A stream of consciousness, or more like a bowl of alphabet soup spelling out my thoughts. Number two. Title idea: Opposite of Writer’s Block.

I want to write again
but no one’s ever told me how
I want to run a marathon
but that requires a mile right now
I want to see the light of day
but the blinds are drawn
I want to see her freckled face
but I won’t stay ’til dawn

I would much rather meet her already
but, you see, there are butterflies
And I would tell you of my heart
but they’ve convinced me otherwise

I don’t want to choke on the questions
when I try to tell you Life’s answers
I don’t want to be weighed down by mortality
when I’ve been freed among the dancers
I don’t want to listen to the world’s whispers
when I know I drown out the Lion’s roars
I don’t want to be left walking the earth
when I was made regal to ride on all fours

I would much rather sleep in
but nooses are made of bed sheets
And I would tell you of my past
but the devil still reminds me I’m weak

I want to write again
but this is not in my control
I am not the Writer
and that devil sure isn’t whole!

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