Breathe Into Me

Breathe into me a thought;

That would fill me with more than just wonder

And spark my lazy mind,

With unobscured novelty.

Breathe into me a desire;

To slake the adrift soul

And make myself tomorrow,

More than what I am today.

Breathe into me unnerving passion;

To feed the frugal desire within

And to set sail actions,

That would take me far and forth.

Breathe into me a bit of life;

To enliven a mute self

And foray into the wilderness to seek:

A thought, desire or unnerving passion?

Ink

What happened on that seldom occasion when I fought self-defiance to pick a pen and jot down a few lines?

Self-defiance.

Its not a pretty thing. Its more of a safeguard technique than a motivating one. Its an invisible rope that is tied tight about your ego.

Ego.

Not a priced possession for anybody. Its a maligner. Its an invisible rope that ties you entirely.

You.

The ensue of self-defiance and ego within.

And on that occasion, I wrote a few words.

They appeared blue.

And wrote a few more which ultimately faded into the achromatic paper...

Disquieted.