My brain precipitates ideas,
Saturating the surface to capacity,
For which I acquire inspiration to carve anew;
I possess a surplus of ideas,
But my obligations keep me from writing;
A narrow opportunity to preserve on paper!
By the time my leisure arrives,
My ideas were already flushed down the dreadful drain;
My motivation to birth new poems punctured!
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An Exhaustive Search
Poetry[POETRY] Follow this journey with poetry. Circa 2016-2020