The Maze of a Creative Mind
Ripples of sonic waves, stimulates creative water
Flowing from the crevices of social interaction, the wind russtles uncertain thoughts
I dig deep to find the footprint
The footprint of a song
A footprint of a poem in motion, hiding from sight
In the brush, I call to it
catching glimpses, I paint a structure
A painting hanging in my gallery
Tones of grey and blue fill a young tattered soul, only to be pushed aside to fulfill important deeds