I’ve lost my notebook
The spillover of thoughts to page
Embolden by anonymity
At times it is a raging fall
At others
The precise jotting of things I would like to do
But
Follow through is a slippery bitch
I wander around
Searching for it
This outer skin of my mind
If I cannot find it
No matter
Another will take its place
Fingers smoothing down another page
Before black ant goes writing
And I wonder
At all the pages I have filled
Discarded in hills
That fill
Cupboard shelves
Those books now lie prostrate
Paralysed in place
Stacks of pages
Thoughts
Emotions
Mustered
Hunted
Corralled
Then simply left to lie still
God forbid anyone should find them
Attach some importance to the content
They are just words
Suspended in time and space
Or no more worth
Then crushed pieces of gravel
They provided a place
To temporarily rest my foot
In this world
But the mind never stops pacing
Not even for a second
It rambles
Forever
And the pen follows
To lighten the load
It’s only purpose
To empty
And reload