The thoughts in my mind,
Are stretched across the room,
Like a party is going on and behave shly,
None gather.
At first they stay in the corner,
Taking a frightened look at the main floor,
Tense as the music comes on, yet
Two gather.
On the outside I'm scratching my head,
Praying for inspiration,
As I nervously wait,
For all to gather.
It makes no sense at first,
But as the mood heightens,
My thoughts find their courage,
As most gather.
All my thoughts are good friends,
They're always around each other,
And usually when least needed,
All gather.
I figure out what,
I figure out why,
Sometimes I even figure out how,
As the work swiftly gathers.
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A Gaze Through My Reality-scope
PoetryA collection of 100 of my poetry works which are available on other sites, with a few exclusives.
