Nothing
Papers ruffle, straighten out;
Pencils lay random about.
First lines come into your mind,
second ones are harder to find.
Onward flowing, your thoughts are straight,
write them down, don't hesitate.
Mindful patterns fade off fast;
Even though halfway is past.
One more thought is put in writing,
the final words you still are sighting.
Now you think the perfect ending...
