The curse of the unsteady mind

Like an anchor

Moored in the shallow traights

Too heavy to move

Not close enough to shore

Stuck, locked, in an impenetrable prison

Even with time on my hands My thoughts fall away like sand grains Through the hour glass of time Why in this mind of mine

Why cant I put words on paper Why cant I find the inspiration Like a zombie in limbo I keep wandering aimlessly

Hoping for the day The bright rays will shine through the gloom The song of the birds in the fields Will set my words free

With color and sound Light all abound The butterfly emerges

Into the sky it flies

Just as a whale Dives into the depths of the sea I will be set free From this dark spell within