Once I convince the mind
About having nothing to say
And the bed of denial
Is on feathery lay
To the dismay
Of days drawn blanks
Sell the dark tracks
As heavy, crawler tired
The libido forgets what it desired
Treading in the quagmire
Willingly, it sank
Sit out the last 3 minutes
Let the time run out
We’ll get them on the run back
Catch them flying south
Once I convince my mind
An outside voice pushes back
And shows me
The crumpled paper trail
danDAman 