I’m a writer who can’t write
fantasies stuck in daydreams
a ball of potential energy wasted
on another day of misspent solitude
I stand stringing together words
futile expressions of beating a dead horse
so read my words, consume them
the false phrases of a lost fool
just wandering through
***
and so I continue
beating that horse
stripping away the hide
I create a hollow and crawl inside
carefully worded chrysalis
bringing beautiful wings
to metamorphasize
and rise
***
dreams realized
from idle fantasies
of a little girl lost and found
once bound to the words
now composing the breeze
she flys on kinetically
transformed energetically
