A Glimpse Inside Her

Mon, 09/11/2017 - 19:35 -- navy109

Ideas in her mind just hit her.

They pop up as they please.

She can't force them to appear,

but when they do,

they leave her in a stir.


It's like getting stuck on a train,

for once it has departed,

you can't leave until the next stop.

And if the stop's far away,

you're in for a strain.


Even if she could rest,

from the outpouring of ideas,

it wouldn't be necessary.

They are part of who she is,

though I can't say she's the best.


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