I sit here starring at a blank page wondering what to write.
Everything I start, ends with in three lines, and never seems right.
My mind is running frantic in a million different directions.
I can't get a hold on it, to even try and release the tensions.
I'm having a hard time concentrating on one single thing.
And even when I try, I have found it quite baffling.
It's a smile, an embrace and it's the eyes.
It's a someone to my surprise.
So I shake my head and try to clear my mind.
Hoping it'll be blank for a short time.
But it never does and never will.
And sooner or later it will just refill.
With worry and it's brother fear.
Making the future so much more unclear.
So I close my eyes and let my mind run.
Knowing someday it too, will come undone.
I will continue to sit here and stare at this page.
Till something comes along to help me engage.
To help me straighten out my thoughts.
Instead of just these jumbled snapshots.