Make it written
Turn, turn, turn the ball
Pin the saw in place
Focus, aim for the call that set the theme in place
Join the motion and ride the jumble maze
Some spaces in the stiff puzzle are meant to stay
Some spaces in the universe shouldn`t be a threat
Needles of dread shouldn`t be in the place of the combing comfort that calms the cracks
Stitch`em up, let the tide pass, then stay high; ride it if needed, note it and breath out
Time to recite the words.....
Scribble the plot that woke up the curious dreamer
Don`t release that feeling, the scribbles won`t
Have a hand in the world stick to that scrappy story, it`ll haunt the mind with devotion
Easy, but never simple
A puzzle of self, looking to solve itself with pieces that won`t fit
But the pieces can`t be thrown out now, they`re reminders, waiting for the crafter to prove the point
...Mocking the heart: `Prove your point`
`What`s the point`
`Where`s the point`
`When is the point getting it..`
`Why`s is that the point?`
Giving up isn`t a `fine` point, but an option, so is making things happen
Relics and ol` days remind the mind to stay aligned
Record, replay, refine; tuning it with improvement as desires drive
What moves do the limbs know? Make it and see
This may be a writer`s story, but it means a lot towards everything
Reflections and all; yes they shift, chip, fracture, erode..But!
Should the heart, body, and mind stop to a fellow`s undertow?
The scribbles from the hand from before doesn`t think so
In fact, it bows to the persona when the light fades
A thought that readies the next spark, a halo above the title enlightening the words...