I mustn’t let my imagination run wild,

and worst of all, put pen to paper.

There…..I’m doing it now,

even as we speak.

I can see the blue ink spreading

across the lifeless paper,

Filling all emptiness before it,

like a flash flood.

And what is to be gained

when all is said and done?

When the consequences of outrageous ego

are viewed in the light of  reflection?

When only a small space, manufactured

from some unwilling tree

in the limitless universe,

Will be filled with meandering banalities

of a semi-bored man

who felt moved to validate

a common moment…..

….With a slight, but earnest effort to prove

beyond a shadow of a doubt,

that a man, when left unattended,

will resort inevitably to