Poetry (poem)

no matter how fast you go…
poetry becomes the long desolate highway that has no end in sight
no matter how comfy you are…
poetry becomes the uncomfortable feeling in your chair
no matter how long you snooze…
poetry becomes the nightmare that haunts your dreams
no matter how long you stare into the void…
poetry becomes reality instead of imagination.

you can…
scribble a symphony in your brain as you drive on a long desolate highway
or…
jot down an entire novel while reminiscing in your favorite comfy chair
or…
visualize a 1000 line poetic stanza as you snooze soundly in your bed
or…
daydream and conceive Shakespearean style poetry as you stare into the void
all of a sudden…
when the time seems right
when the thoughts seem fresh
when the planets have finally aligned
the pen clashes with paper
your mind unquestionably goes into the black nothingness.