unwritten [part_one]

With a perfect idea
Comes a flurry of doubt
The moment an idea becomes fluid
It spills onto the floor as it gushes from the spout
Will it be as good as it can be?
Or will I lose the plot?
Will I write it out
Um... rather not

You see, a wordsmith flutters about the words he's penned
And erases more th

Invariably a flow emits
From the deep grains of my mind
It's a stream of thought that rolls at times
Into the optic of my eyes

Mostly it just remains unwritten.

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