My Thoughts

Written the morning of 1/9/13. Bear with me, it's all over the place. An ode to those who read my work.

Every thought I have,
Is a shot out in the dark
I don't know where it will go
I don't know what story it'll start

I'd like to think I have control,
When really I have none
A conversation is between two people
My thought is not the only one

Each word, language, and accent
Is chosen carefully
The intonation, the emotion
It's really not that easy

I pick a concept floating
up here in my head
And see where it will take me
To my book or snug in my bed

I like to think I always,
Know what I'm talking about
But that little concept,
Is wrong beyond all doubt

I didn't know where this would lead
I just picked up my pen
It was but a little seed
planted in my head

It's not much of a story,
At least not one worth seeing
But it's not my fault in this case,
That you kept on reading.

Author's Note

I had a different idea of where this would go, but the original concept sort of escaped me.

Reviews

[falling_toxic_rain]

I really like this, poem about prethinking about writing!
Nice.

[Fuego31]

Prethinking just about anything. Thanks :)

[falling_toxic_rain]

You are very welcome.
p.s. sometimes however not thinking takes you on adventures!