With a drying nib and a blinking cursor,
My mind and mouth are fondly strangled,
Unable to translate your thoughts into words.
Calendars show my only days and not dates;
I struggle each day to realize someone’s dream
Not knowing, how much, how far or how long?
I travel in Life from Innocence through
Ignorance; Idiocy; Insanity; Insomnia; Inertia;
Up until, Imagination frees my Inward Isolation.