When my heart beats I can view clearly.
When my rose colored glass fog invades my being, I wait a little til I can see clearly.
Little earthquakes beat inside my chest, but I feel alive and that's what I dig the best! :-0
Energy coursing through my veins, is this what love is?
If it is why does it sometimes feel like pain?
Highs and lows pervade my every thought, will this feeling stay... I think not.
Nor does this feeling need to stay for me to say hey to Life.
If my fledgling thoughts do take on a Life of their own, will I ever know?
Are thoughts and the heartbeat connected by etherial vapor of mist that I cannot "see'.
I guess I'll just have to wait and see.
Or Maybe from these pulsating thoughts I will discern the "truth"?
As I keep diving and digging deeper into this knot of thought, I ponder even more,
Snot that blows out of my bubbling "nose" of thoughts.
As the sound that keeps rushing though the "vacuum" of my mind, will I run out of time?
Or will I run out of thoughts?!
Neither seems likely, but if either should occur I will check back with this poem.
Whose origins are still yet unknown... At least to me.
Brett " " Drummond
never #runout...
Brett "Notion" Drummond
