Too many ideas
All of them rushing
Me first, me first
Take the time
Not enough time
Too many ideas
Me first, me first
They each call
Wanting their turn
Stepping onstage
Me first, me first
Not enough time
Wait, just wait
To many ideas
All calling, stepping forward
Wanting recognition
Wanting a turn
Wanting a chance
Just like me
I want a turn
Want recognition
Want a turn
Just one chance
Just a chance
When is it my turn
To step forward
To take a moment
Just for me
My turn
Broken up
Little lights
Pictures gleam
In mind’s eye
Can’t get it straight
All jumbled up
Not sure
Broken up
Little lights
Flickering up
Turning off
Know it
Only for a second
Lost it
Only for forever
Can’t get it right
Can’t get it wrong
All jumbled up
Little lights
Turned off
Gently flowing down,
Fluffy and soft and moving from slow to fast.
Tree limbs are lined,
But instead of skeletal looking,
They are blurred along the edges softly.
But underneath the gentle facade
Icy sheets await.
Death has never looked so quiet and peaceful.
