Streams of information wind through, between and around

 the nooks and crannies of my mind;

Gratitude takes center stage

but the thunderous applause of my ego

overshadows the true value

of what I wanted to say…

Thunder comprised of insecurity and frustration,

and although it is louder than the

quiet voice of truth,

it propels itself into obsolescence

with the short lived intensity of it’s roar.

Having exhausted it’s own energy

with no help from my true self,

I am again free to explore

That which I wanted to express…

And find evolution in progress

as acknowledgement of what I have

leads me to

the precipice

of yet another concept

that my heart yearns

to master…