Saturday, September 15, 2012

Thoughts like little seeds

 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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