I'm a little shy
and maybe a bit indecisive
perhaps i'm also scared
because everytime i write
there's this grinding feeling in my chest
and i can't say what it is
because i really don't know
when these lines just flow
it's almost euphoric
and a bit frustrating
because again i just don't know
when i'll lose its hold.

It feels like a higher sense of purpose
like a moment sent from time
when these words connect
they just feel correct
and i hope
and hope
and hope
that it'll come to me again.

So if I'm doing this right.

Then I must still be on your mind
and you would still feel inclined
to render these lines
and then this could be...
this just might be...
the very best thing
I've written in weeks.