Coming into focus
My image appears
Caught in your cross hairs
Your deepest desire
Now seems so clear
Finger rubs the trigger
But you just stare
Savoring the sensation
Like the last glass of wine
As I remain unaware
Coming into focus
My image appears
Caught in your cross hairs
Your deepest desire
Now seems so clear
Finger rubs the trigger
But you just stare
Savoring the sensation
Like the last glass of wine
As I remain unaware
A blank page
Lays before me
Ready to be conforming
To my every thought
Whimsical idea or story
Getting lost between
The lines
Ideas running rampant
Can’t control the flow
My mind turns on and off
Like a faucet
Except I don’t turn the knob