Staring spot

Staring spot

Stare at me if you want to watch a confused mind,
trying to maintain the focus it's trying to find,
to survive the day till it can release and write,
the remembered rhythms and flows that came to sight.

While at work it fights the urge to type out rhymes,
many lines it has lost during these working times,
gone they are to never reappear to be flowed,
to be written, posted, and to be showed.

When the day is done I hide away and write,
keep myself out of everyone's staring sight,
open note pad, grab my pen, and let things flow,
alone I pick the one to online post and show.
 
Stare at me if I be in your sights view,
understand now what my minds trying to do,
think what could possibly be on my thought,
while your staring from your staring spot.