Should Be Personal.

So many thoughts and ideas flood through my mind at times most inconvenient
When I am distracted or unable to jot down the words that should deserve to be shared
But at this time, I enjoy a bowl of cereal at two a.m., wondering where the inspiration went
Figuring that if one did considerably read it, they wouldn't have cared

However, something so important fills me from tip to toe
Boggling my brain in ways that cause me to feel greatly unsatisfied
There did used to be a time when I recall feeling irrevocably happy, it would show
Reflecting back on that time and missing the feelings I felt then, I shouldn't have cried

This shouldn't matter any longer though, for living in the past isn't recommended
But at this state of mind, I can't even formulate the words to speak
For those I love, I feel most disconnected with need to be amended
When they seek to comfort me, I close myself off, resulting in feeling awfully weak

I even feel unsatisfied with this, not quite able to make myself clear
And please forgive me because it is 2:34 now and I have never been good at rhyming
But if nothing else is understood from this emotional selfishness, please hear
I am incredibly forlorn, in desperate need of a perfect timing.


-bw