wires

i had an original thought
i decided to write it down
and run with the creativity
my sleeping mind had found

so me and my thought got friendly
took a walk down imagination road
said he was just floating around aimlessly
i said i was just lying down bored

"so what will we write?" he asked
and i started to sweat
i'd never been under so much pressure
to write yet

ye, just me and my thought
and the silence felt so weird
he started to watch some TV, a comedy
and i just sat there and stared

i started to get angry
at my thought's nonchalance
he didn't even offer to help me write
not once!

so then who is the real genuis
behind my many writings?
is it me that runs with these thoughts i have
or am i just thoughtfully biting?

next time i have an original thought
i'll just make sure i flow my juices
so that me and him can laugh and sing
and put our time to better uses.