At It Again

Wrote down something

It didn’t take

Distracted minds touch no pen

Pages are a barren land

As clean as untouched snow

A million thoughts

Mind racing at lighting pace

Can’t make a single one out

No clue how to slow it down

Just a speeding train

Me on the platform

Waiting to jump on

To ride a thought

All the way to the end

Something to write down

Finally a chance

Sprint to the ledge and jump

Hanging on for life

I hear these thoughts clearly

I’ve found something to write

Segundo Juan Devora