Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

I have thoughts an ideas, that's endless.

Could make me restless.

Thousands of books an series down by my mind an body at work.

I just couldn't seem to get to work or use, it to the fully extent. 


I'm scared and frighten, can't move on forward. Doing what I love as my passion, that's all I got left, to savory. 



I run and run away. It still attached to me not going away.

Locked up good an safe. Waiting for me to release the bait of thoughts, on sprinting it down on in ink towards the notepad. 


One two three, it never ends. I'll continue it's glory, got to see how it ends.