Sitting here alone. I am so restless

Think I'm gonna write

There's nothing else to do

Just got off the phone

With the sordid horde

Right now I know, they're high

I hope they will get by

Elements of artistry

Distinguish the obscurity

Then defile abstraction

To impose the gain of thought

In this vein of mind

I have wondered will this last

Am I still seeking answers in hope to define

This is why I write

It's the portal to insight