The feel of
my fingers dancing on the keys
My back
arched over the laptop
The air of
intelligence hovering over me
In spite of
the idiocy from my brain’s backdrop
Deep
thoughts and shallow emotions
Deep
emotions over silly situations
Crazy
solutions for frightening revelations
Wish I were a better poet
To pour out the heart’s desperation
Rather than the jingle for a Multi-National
Corporation
They say you
must tackle a problem with devout care
But that
sometimes is the long round way
To hell with
order and discipline
Be it
solutions, thoughts, emotions or even my rhyme scheme
Now I
celebrate the freedom
The Joy of
writing – above all things
The joy of
being free, the joy of learning
The joy of
growing, the joy of loving
I discovered
it at the tip of my fingers
