The words buzz around my mind angry bees giving me so much to say, with no time to say it.
I trip over my scrambled letters trying to place them into a coherent sentence.
No successes comes my way.
Sitting spinning in a seat so soft like a cloud.
The letters in my mind they won't make words like scramble with no solution in site.
I try to catch the words but they are like a butterfly just out of your reach.
I grab them finally a poem is born.
