A simple line sounded so true,
always believed but never knew.
Fictitious stories, come to mind,
search for concrete clues, no one finds.
Short research break, a solid five,
much needed rest, ideas arrive.
Memories come, laugh at old thoughts,
echoes still chime, emotions caught.
Space in between constantly grew,
connections fade, peel off worn glue.
Energies gathered, screamed, and fought,
forgotten vital lessons taught.
The perfect time , three fifty five,
to take a breath and come alive.
Allow caffeine to push ahead,
absorb the lines my eyes have read.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy