Trigger
My agony compounds When mind is filled with Droplets of thoughts and ideas But fingers refuse to budge To synchronize them in meaningful words Searching for that trigger That is becoming ever elusive No coffee, books, music able to stir mind and fingers in cohesionand when everything is forgotten Deep under rubbles of daily existence A story, poetry or quote Emerge from nowhere Reviving the spirit of action Serendipity is back into existence Whistle of my mind train announces The beginning of juggernaut Resettling tremor mind equations In systemic embroidered pattern I often wonder what must have triggered Picasso, Loreenzo and Buonarroti To move the world into Stupor over the centuries of mankind