My Drive
by Sam M. Phillips

All I want to do is work,
Expose the ideas that lurk
Deep inside,
I do not wish to hide,
But I need to bide my time.

Many would call me lazy,
But I’m actually crazy,
My goal hazy,
My energy waxes and wanes,
Cuts loose then restrains,
Gains I make are lost,
Simply the cost
Of manic burst.

The worst part
Is I don’t know when they’ll start,
And I certainly don’t know when they’ll end,
They send me around the bend.

A mind overflowing,
A forge glowing hot,
Cannot stop
Once I’m rolling,
A beast growling,
Prowling its cage,
Filling me with rage,
Filling up the page
With dribble,
Lightning bolt scribble.

Ripple effect,
Thoughts deflect,
Reflect from internal mirror,
Everything an error,
Terror that it’s all worthless,
Who will read this mess?

It’s not the best
I could do,
But it’s what comes through,
What do you do
With your time
That makes my creation
Such a crime?

Please pour lime
On my body
So I dissolve quicker,
I resolve thicker
When seen from a distance,
Why can’t you take a chance
And read it all start to finish?

Nothing can diminish
My drive
To have my work survive,
It will revive
Itself when it needs to.

It succeeds you,
I can breed too,
And the offspring
That I bring
Into this reality
Will make sure I finally
Get recognised,
Rather than ignored or despised.

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