Greatness simmers in my blood and then goes away. There are moments of clarity when I see things clearly and then everything becomes out of focus, messy. There are flashes of profound awareness and then vague cluelessness returns. An uncontrolable drive, a passion flickers and then dissapears.
Little pieces of clouds
Falling from the sky
Covering all I see In a
white blanket of snow.
As I see from the window
The valley turns white
Like a blank canvas,
The world a blank page.