With just a little time, there’s a chance to flex my mind…
How and what will I try to say today?
Will it be words, peeping out from pigeonholes?
Scraps of memories in my ear…
Will it be pencil scribbles or little points of light?
In a way that you can see but not quite hear…
I guess it’s a wealth of riches – raw materials with nowhere to go.
I’ll give it up for now, and try some other day.
Maybe a little poem – painting pictures with words?
If only I could think of something clever to say.
