Signed, The Staff

I set my lead here 

without an idea

without a place to start

My mind scrambles to grasp a thought

to explore

and mull over

But these days

I'll agree with myself

that there are too many to choose from

and they dart so quickly by.

My ultimate goal is to nab one someday

and to question it without mercy

until my sorrow soul becomes satisfied

With some sort of accomplishment

some amount of understanding

to blossom within myself

And it may be my imagination

ringing the bell - that triggers my brain

telling my soul it's full

Saying

Please empty and return

Signed, the staff