A beautiful poem about find oneself through the mazes of our mind.
I was drifting through the chambers
of imagination, deep in my mind
searching desperately for inspiration,
but it was proving hard to find.
Visions of nonsense appeared
as a smoke screen in my head;
the brain was trying to delay
creative ideas from being read.
Chemical imbalances of colour
began to flood each mind chamber.
One by one my thoughts were stifled
putting my mental clarity in danger.
The brain was purposely delaying
creativity going to my minds eye,
but my concentration was retaliating,
by pushing the hindrance aside
Attempts by the brain to cloud my mind
on this occasion have failed.
Clear thoughts of inspiration are flowing,
but next time they may not prevail.