Trying to capture a thought
Trying to think on the spot
Wondering about why
Feeling a little dry
Pieces of the puzzle falling in place
Nothing really coming.
Facing the fact
Even though a thought might not be what you wanted
What you got might be better still
a plan behond your own hand, behond your own head, beyond your own mind; find what it is that’s supposed to be found.
Hit the ground running.
No time for blunderin
At the end of the time, at the end of the day
What really matters?