unplugged?

i am plugged in all day at work
then come home and plug back in again
but there's sun
and there's land
and there's, oh, so many wonders
in this wonderful
so-wonderful
little world.

but it's big
and it's grand
and it's oh, so many many things
to so many many many people
and i don't know which one i am
standing here, in this crowd
and i've lost myself in otherness
it's this otherness
that i fear.

but perhaps the fear of outside things
is with inside things,
holding hands.
grips so strong,
there's no way to break
no, no way to break
them apart

what would happen,
who'd i be
if i dared to stop obsessing
over what if's, maybe's, possible's
turned away, rescued me

I old myself o wrie wo sennces so I am b I forgo ha here are keys ha aren' working righ now. I cold be ineresing o see how far I can ge wih wriing senences ha aren' comleely and erly ninelligible. Does his con as wriing becase i's s inriging? robably no.

One sec.

Not quite sure what I want to write right now, but I know I want to write something because my fingers are tingling and my brain is sizzling and if I don't take advantage of one of these things, I'll burst into flames.

Probably not, though.

We're over halfway through the year and I haven't written a single song. Where did I lose my way? Not that I've tread too far off-course, just that my priorities have switched and I realize that I need to make room for both.

My presence has veered away at least four times so I have to find a task that will force me to be creative so I can show something off aside from just stream of consciousness.

balmy
having the qualities of balm: soothing; mild, temperate
crazy, foolish

This has not worked, but I'm saving it because it's a toe closer to the line than yesterday.