My thoughts, like a river, course through my mind.
A torrent of ideas, inspiration and insights,
Of things not said and things to be said.
Dancing on the current, flowing fast and free;
So powerful and swiftly growing until they
Plummet suddenly to...
The twisting turning rapids of self doubt
And all ideas are tossed through to and fro and smashed.
Smithereens float on the surface.
Crushed by my scepticism, my loathing and uncertainty.
Will I ever learn to chart this river?
Will it ever run calm and not pull me under with the rip tide
Of my insecurity.
Let me float to tranquil waters where my mind can be free
