to write
Ideas bubble and boil
through my mind
swirling thoughts, fragments of
dreams long forgotten
pop and flash
begging for attention
Contradictions, Phantasmagoria
surrounded
So many stories
So many words
to shape, to shift
to tell
what sings softly
curled deep
in my heart
swaying intrinsic
in my soul
Where do I go?
Out of the thousands of steps
that swirl
in deep indigo mind
Which do I take?
How do I begin
the journey of a lifetime?
What do I write?
I do not know
yet
But for now,
I know
where to start