Grab a pen while the mind is racing

for the mind won’t always race

it’s pace

will slow and you will scratch

a thousand tickets madly but

never win

So cater to the whims of this faithless friend

who comes and goes as she pleases

Miss Muse

Because it does no good to complain 

of her unfaithfulness as she slips 

out again

Grab your pen and scribble, scrawl

to capture all the wanton words that waft 

through rarified air

sparkling like forming snow

or the flash when the magic happens and draws

a gasp

Be that child who wants to know the trick

Grab a pen

Begin

 

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