ideas forming, images flickering by
keyboards clattering and fingers dancing
a pause, a breath, eyes narrowing
and then, return to the clattering
some of does times, I just want to stop them coming
I just want to stop the flow of creativity
because at this time, I'm locked up in a cage
a cage of age, distans and space
between me and the future, my capability of making them come true
so for now, just wait, until the future gets nearer and I
get the chance to see it all much clearer
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