I have thoughts inside my head…
Like little seeds of popcorn simmering in a large vat of
boiling oil, waiting to explode, dying to get out.
There are bright ideas it seems, hopes and dreams and half
formed schemes
How will they unfold?
Will I have a burst of inspiration followed by action?
Or will they just wither away and die?
Unfulfilled, not realized
Whichever way you look at it, whenever you see me
I am dying… to live
I am living… to be ME!
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