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.
