6/17/16
The lights in the break room are too bright
My feet are hanging uncomfortably over the edge of this love seat
Every time I close my eyes, darkness is rejected by the light of yours
Any previous urge to sleep is long gone with the thought of you
Meaning has become lost in these endless words rambled on
Yet my fingers continue as my mind wanders
The thought of sitting down with a keyboard has always seemed so simple to me
Given that my mind is constantly flooded with thoughts ranging from simple to complex
Yet the seemingly simple task has me stalled as I sit here wondering what to write next
Not by the lack of thought but the lack of decision
My lack of ability to decide which of my thoughts to elaborate into further perspective
My mind is racing with quotes and fragments of ideas that are spilling from my brain
And so I find it impossible that I am unable to find words to occupy these keys
Perhaps this is where sleep is supposed to take over
So why won't my fingers stop?
Why do I continue rambling onto a document that won't be seen again until my next endeavor?
Let me know if you find an answer
See you soon, old friend
