This journey looks distantly near,
Excitement makes bubbles from
The blood bleeding and gushing out
From the excessive shellacking of the heart.
The rain of ideas,
Falls with no ceasing sign,
And the stream of thought runs smoothly
In my made up mind.
As I set out, doubts set in,
Will this ink be enough for the journey?
Can this stream maintain its momentum?
And will the destination be reached?
As these doubts scatter my room of thought,
Determination arranged the loads for the journey,
Cause to even think of embarking, is a blessing.
Perhaps, this journey, farther than what I conceived
Or may be, nearer than I can see.
But a bon voyage I can only wish myself.
BARLOWH © 2018
