The hits keep coming…

When your mind wonders it happens

You get that smell

Your brain is burning up and you are off

It happens at times

Then you go without so long you miss it

But you just go with

Then you wonder WTH was I thinking then?

We all get blocks…

We all get burnt up and can’t write a damn thing

Then we go nuts, LOL

You matter, I matter, we matter, who else matters?

What does this even mean?

Where the hell am I going with this schpiel  anyways?

There is a reason, a pattern…

My lines are going somewhere but where is not known

So just relax and let yourself go


2016 Copyright Paul McAleavey



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