Deep Thought: Standing All Alone

STANDING ALL ALONE

Phone rings...it's 7:30, my morning reminder to write;

Get something down that they will like, do it by tonight!

Room goes small, can't see out the window at all, thoughts already worn;

Ice cubes have melted, bug bite's have welted, my pages all torn.

To conceive under pressure, time moving fast, hope my pen holds out;

Script seems wrong, like an ill conceived song, let's twist and shout!

Writing seems amusing, as long as they're not accusing, what I have to say;

If it works out, knock on wood, I'll see some pay!

By myself, yet not alone, I turn off my phone, things seem to gel;

All I see is blank paper, being filled line by line, the Writer's Hell!

More than a topic, kind of myopic, think outside the box;

Looking down, I make no sound, where in the hell did I get these socks?

Who cares about the weather, pollens up, yet I do not sneeze;

Getting into the passion, creating satisfaction, just trying to please...

Coherent potion, to fantasies in motion, I create the Candlelight;

To keep you glued, I first get you removed, from the twist of Moral Blight!

A Dream weaver, making you the believer, what's next on my plate?

Could be made up, looks real yet funny, something you like or hate!

And just where have I been, pretending to Sin, the Pen never lies;

Suicidal with a false idol, yet no one really dies...

Complexity too complex, simple...yet no allure, does your Hero even care;

Just get through the show, did he cheat, who would know, do you wish to share?

Just dropping Jargon, on a Bargain, cheap thoughts always fulfill:

Moments out of your day, now "Whatta Ya Say", this ending I have to seal...

So, there's the magic to looking tragic, my Plot line is now Sewn;

To hearing voices, with so many choices, yet here I am...Standing All Alone!

Kirk Carter

3/30/2016

Deep Thought