Thoughts

I was bored so I wrote a poem.

My head is always filled with ideas,

Each one, a fragment of the dreams swirling in my mind

Each one begging to have its story told

Sometimes when they grow impatient, they try to scratch their own way out

It can be a little bothersome when they do this,

But I try not to mind,

Because I understand their plight

There are too many words,

Yet at the same time, not enough,

To breath all these fragments into reality

But I’m sure going to try to.