Rivers of Thought
by LateNiteFantasy©
Sitting down with paper and pen
pondering thoughts to write;
thinking it to be so simple
yet finding it a fight.
The thoughts like rivers
flow through my head;
and to choose one from the many
only makes that one then dead.
The minutes creep by slowly
and seem to take hours;
as the pen touches paper
another thought turns sour.
That's what it's like to write
words that are there but not;
words sinking deeper and deeper,
drowning in rivers of thought.