They tug at my nerve endings relentlessly
Pushing open the floodgates of my mind
Hundreds and thousands of them
Falling out ,like pearls from a broken string

Drowning me in their strong current
Pulling me into the mystique depths of imagination
I gasp and hold on to the thin thread of reality
Swimming against the crashing waves of thoughts

On the white sands of contemplation I lie
As they manage to spill out of my mind
Lines that had waited too long to be written
Stories that desired to be heard by civilisation