The Night Is Still Young

When my emotions take over

All my thoughts are raging the unknown war

They all talk to me sometimes all at once and that can be pretty scarey

I have to slow down and say to myself and sometimes out loud

One thought at a time please

I will listen to all your thoughts just you have to be patient and wait one minute

Who is first and that is a big problem

They all say I am

I have a great idea

I can say please take a number and a seat and I will be right with you

Now that we solved that problem who is first

Do I want to talk about the things that happened in my past

No not right now

There is so much ground to cover and so little time today

I don't like to start on an idea and not finish

I feel kind of deprived and let down

So I now narrow it down to what I want to do

Maybe talk about todays events

Nothing really exciting there either

How about a good story ?

Everyone loves a good story

Well with my creative thoughts starting to take shape

I think that would be nice

Well I can kick around a few ideas and see where it leads

At this point I try to blank out my mind and then let the thoughts come in one at a time

The thoughts form a line a mile long

I send the first five thoughts forward and then I tell the others they can go home

Tomorrow just bring your number with you and that will save you and me alot of time

We can cut the red tape and go right for the meat of it

Skip all the fat (it is no good for you anyway)that is what every doctor will say

Don't forget to listen to the doctor (the doctor knows best)

When the night rolls around so many people want to go out and party

Have a few drinks and have a night on the town

There is nothing wrong with that

But more often than not it ends up in a fight and someone getting hurt

Experience will tell all

Then again we all have to blow off steam and have a good time

I am getting old I guess

All I want to do is write about the wild night one that doesn't even exist yet

A yawn comes over me and I stretch my hands to the ceiling

When people go out they have a few drinks and talk to strangers they don't even know

I rather get a glass of water from the fridge and a bowl of ice ceam and say lets type away

See how I can pull on my heart strings and bring about change for the better

Well at least I have my hands ready and my eyes glued to my imagination

Holy smokes here goes nothing and I can only get better from here