Ah that pause,
that thought of no thought at all,
that waiting for inspiration,
that seeking of words.
That looking for meaning,
that blankness that strikes and puts everything on pause.
That state of existence before greatness or inanity is born,
ah,
that pause.
That thought of no thought at all.
That waiting for inspiration,
that seeking of words,
that looking for meaning,
that time, that time it should be treasured,
because the spark of inspiration is worth the wait so often, and in the mind being calm is much better for thought,
and I have thought about it all in my times,
and there have been many pauses,
and all of them meaningful,
and I do not mind because soliloquy is good for us all.