Dreaming in my bed
Stories, songs and poems
Are racing through my head.
Standing in the shower
My mind is filled with rhyme
But like the water I dry off
The words get left behind.
Sitting at the beach
Basking in the sun
A million things I want to write
Yet now I'm finding none.
Waiting at my keyboard
and...
and...
Nothing.
I can completely relate to this poem. There are so many times when I wish there was a note taker in my brain.
ReplyDeleteYup. I need a brain-cam.
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