The Next Crossroads

 Great Ideas (Forget which date this one was written) My mind is like a well I sit by its stone side. Sometimes I look into the dark. How deep is it? Given the time I'll pull up the bucket Overflowing with memories Great ideas Appointments. I don't know why I wait so long to drink. I'm busy I guess. Most of it evaporates into messy clouds. I forget. I'm only left with a few drops  To quench my thirst.