Empty thought
What words are on my mind,
which ones can I trip over and find?
What subject is in my scattered view,
what activities in there are there to do?
My mind seems empty, has a lot of room,
all the dirt, cobwebs, and broken broom,
left laying waiting to be noticed, seen.
Hoping for a sound to intervene.
Allow a breeze through the door,
blow the dirt around the floor,
create a view for my minds thought,
let me find the words I’ve sought.
Sitting, waiting for an echo within,
looking for a worded message to spin.