Numerous ideas in my head
Struggling to write them down
Before they become dead
Sea of words could make me drown
How long do I have?
When can I find the time?
Clone? Wish to split myself in half!
Oh, to possess the energy from my prime.
Write, paint, draw, or a new trade to learn
My thoughts and dreams are diverse
Perhaps all for naught, these concerns…
A sea of vision – that’s my verse.© S. Reed