Filling notebook pages
with the thoughts inside my heart:
all the hopes and hates and fears
and dreams are just the start.
Sketches of the sky and sea
with ryhmes all down the page,
the sun suspended in the air
burns in it’s distant cage.
Dreams are written here and there-
all mostly chopped up parts
but I’ll tell you as I said before
the dreams are just the start.
Add some lines, erase some more
with one thought on my mind
release all of my hates and fears,
just leave them all behind.
Scribble, scribble, scribble more,
I’m almost out of lead.
As all the markings words and shapes
are emptied from my head.
The page is one huge doodle,
and I relax my cramped up hand,
returning from my daydream daze,
my feet touch back to land.