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

No way.

At the end of the time, at the end of the day

What really matters?

Start well.


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