Right Now

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I’m driving home

creative thoughts bombard me and

Ideas flow from my being,

but there are cars zigzagging left and right,

stoplights forever halting my progress,

and police cruisers, sitting by the side of the road,

trying to catch me losing my focus and attention

but during this drive when my mind runs free.

I touch the source of my creativity,

And the poetry that will never bloom

Flows freely from the deepest abyss

Only to be roadkill in the busyness

Of navigating the highway of daily life