my mind wanders off
because I let it
I wonder what will fill the lines
and my thoughts answer my questions
I seem to have forgotten something
while I try to find it
what influences will inspire me
to etch this phrase?
With so much to do
and already knowing where to start
(having started there before)
how to go about the rest?
Sometimes the uncertainty
is not in the commencement of the matter
but in the fluid that makes up the core
what defines us is how we define our text
the body of our book of life
most people start out the same
only we can write the story of our lives
what chapter was I on again?
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