Inspiring Mind

I know there’s something great inside me.
But I just can’t figure it out.
Do I write; do I paint?
Do I scream or do I shout?

I want to be creative.
But maybe I’m just not.
I was brought up to be logic.
Never thinking about a plot.

I’ve read King and Patterson.
And geniuses they are.
They make it look so easy.
But from page 1 I am so very far.

Sometimes I have a thought.
That sounds so good inside.
By the time I force it out.
It has already begun to hide.

I wish my mind were connected.
Directly to my Mac.
So thoughts were instantaneously recorded.
No need to pull them back.

And so my mind is split.
Do I go left or right?
Or meet somewhere in the middle.
Where the darkness yearns for light.