My restless brain churns out multitudinous desires, burning with candent ambition to accomplish something tangible.
That creative energy entrapped in my soul, bound by hectic drudgery of my daily life; seeks ephemeral vent through the scribbling of my pen, in the solitude of night.
By the end of the day still left with unfinished tasks, I grapple with the limits of 'my' time.
