I stand here stupidly sturdy without a thought
My mind lost within the new wonders of life
I am on the move, faster and faster ever forward
This play acting of life on the stage of non reality
A creature of many colors and shapes
With blinding speed I weave the stories
But forget to write them down
Fingers now waiting, hoping for the moment of action
I must stop, smell the roses and then remember to write
For the write is my true love...
