Pulled to Paper

The words pull me to paper

Clearly my intuition understood the assignment

My creativity starves under confinement

Like the point on a dart my girl hits the mark

She found me like blood to a shark

Universe pulls strings, it knew the plan from the start

Late nights with candlelit dinners with my sweetheart

My mind cast a net and hauled a bounty of ideas

Limits are a glass ceiling that much is clear

Playing in traffic I swerve around my problems like a bike

My mind is filled with horns like the Minnesota Shrike

Old roads feel like a walk in the park

New roads are treacherous

No streetlights kinda dark


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