Mindwork

A light bulb comes on in my head.

Refreshing thought combs my mind.

I feel it need to be written.

It floats around like a spaceship in time.

Or plays like a baby kitten.

Knowing that somehow it could be great in a book.

People would read it, post it, and take a second look.

Finally deciding the writing I do,

Is meant to fascinate people such as you.