Sometimes even just when I say hey
Sometimes as I tend the hay
Sometimes as I lay
Yes
It’s always happening
Always being crated
Always being conjured
Conjured in my brain
Aligned in my thoughts
But then
There is this darkness
There is murkiness
Murkiness in my musings
Dullness in my trail
Shadowiness in my ideas
How can I even achieve them?
How can I achieve what is perceived impervious?
Am I just like the same old?
Am I just an over ambitious lad
Full of dreams and visions
But lacking in clarity
Does it all end in vanity
In disparity
I know not
All I know is that the thoughts gnaw at me
That the ideas set a fire in me
One that needs quenching
One that defies drenching
One that I shall unveil
I shall reveal
Maybe not today maybe not tomorrow
But some day for certain.