The Ephemeral Artery
My Ephemeral Artery is what moves me forward Pumping those ideas through my mind Giving me energy until that last time The quickening pace when the pen races across the pad To fill in words between the lines Racing to empty my mind before I forget Pace quickening until I let Always fleeting An idea is a powerful thing For the pen is mightier than the sword The sword May rust And the ink May dry The well of ideas in my head are shared with others Whether or not they agree is trivial Through the many mediums these days Why do I write I do not know Brings me energy Healing of the mind For when there is turmoil on the skin And heat on your face For if you get too close to the sun you get burned I always check my Icarus complex at the gate May you find a love or an outlet for that energy For your ephemeral artery is constantly pumping Life is fleeting they may say So put it on paper Save it for another day Don't waste that ephemeral artery Hurry today!