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!