In my book
of writing
I fill each line
and shape each page;
yet I wonder and ponder
and think ahead
about what will come
and what shall fill
the lines that
flow from this sweaty head.
And I wonder
and think about,
i look towards,
that day of extinction
when the lines will stop
and the pages
in my writing book
will be alone
and filled only
with expectations,
waiting for my pen
to begin its motions again.
16/9/2016