They call it a brain fart, but ladies don't fart,
So it's a hiccup.
I don't know what's wrong with me today,
It seems I can only think in this way
Don't really know where I'm going with what I'm writing-
It's a little exciting.
Sometimes, I guess, my thoughts won't rest
Just keep writing, word after word,
It cuts through my thoughts like my ink is a sword.
Till I arrive at the answers I need at last
Till I crush the lump of regret that is holding me back
If I think it through, I know what's past is past
But I also know what's now cannot last
But those things that terrify me, I keep holding fast
Why can't I just let the die roll when it's cast?
What the die rolls will number my days
Relax, I must be calm, unfazed
What comes will com, come and go
Just let it come and leave and so
Don't act or react just stay as you are
The past is too dark, the future too far
The present is passing,
Though it may leave you scarred.