Bubbled Up

My sights and sounds

of nights gone stale

and cheery dispositions

can be summed up in a batch of collective thoughts.


I love to be free

yet this freedom often overtakes my ambitions

creating a dream to pause

and lose its priority.


When they bubble up from that dark place

they are often expressed in a manor

that is self gratifying

but too little, too late.


Maybe one day I will be rewarded for my unconscious efforts.


Until then I keep that creativity bottled up

waiting for the right time to shake it up

and un-pop the cork.