Sometimes the words flow
Like a stream
Like the confidence you feel in a dream
But sometimes you clutch
And grab
Give it all you have
They crumble at the touch
Prove false
Words fall away
Give way to futile attempts
To save
What might have been
Ideas, thoughts
Random flashes of insight
Colliding with brute reality
Like doing the dishes
While lost in thought
Soap bubble babble
At least the plates are clean
Tonight
David Trudel © 2012
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Yeah, I’ve been there before. Days when everything clicks and days when nothing comes at all.
So it goes…