I need a reel,
tied to a thread,
that's hooked to those words
locked in my head.
A reel that makes nary a sound,
pulling the words, trite and profound
from the depth of my mind,
out to paper at hand,
helping me write, on demand.
I need a reel,
tied to a thread,
that's hooked to those words
locked in my head.
A reel that makes nary a sound,
pulling the words, trite and profound
from the depth of my mind,
out to paper at hand,
helping me write, on demand.