Mining Me

Mining Me

Like a miner
With a pick axe

Pieces of memory
Below is unearthed goods

Feeling for the fault line
Coal car on the rails
Carry away my pain

Leave me with deep pools
Of deep thoughts

Letting the world see
Everything

Sifting and with a pan
Looking for gold
In my head

Can’t put it down fast enough
Coursing through my being

Wake up in the night
Tap a few out on my iPhone

Need something for the people

Builds in my head
Get em up and dancing

Notes float on my pillow
Fast asleep
Wake up in a hot sweat

Search for my quill and parchment
Put it down before he leaves

Wisps of genius
Fleeting recede from me

Have to find a place
To sell my stuff

This can’t be
It’s too good for me not to cash in