Silver linings

 

A typhoon must swirl,

Inside my mind,

All the time.

That is how I roll-

Cruising through nights,

Young, unperturbed and alive.

 

The scribbler within,

Wants the boy,

Albeit partially, to survive.

For too long, he’s searched,

For a story to write,

That fits his standards right.

 

For what seems like forever,

I have given him space and time,

But his attempts, all futile.

Excluding such hours,

Life’s been at ease otherwise,

A balanced, satisfying ride.

 

But an unsuspecting moment,

Has filled the void,

Right when the time was ripe.

Priorities will be on course,

Between the fall of night,

And tomorrow’s sunrise.

 

Withholding natural instincts,

Never served mankind,

So, let the adrenaline spike.

Here’s to awesomeness galore,

And keeping the game tight.

All negative plots end tonight.