Yesterday evening,
the movie started
and a brief passage
was then imparted.
The first few phrases
of a new story
appeared in my mind
in their full glory.
With no blank paper
to help make it clear,
I thought the story
would soon disappear.
After I got home
and hopped into bed,
it reappeared there
inside of my head.
I quickly arose
to jot it all down,
then went back to bed
and hit sleepy town.
This morning aboard
the Metrolink Train,
it appeared again
deep inside my brain.
I wrote the old stuff
on paper again.
I’m sure you can guess
what transpired then.
I added some more
and the story grew,
it began it’s life
like good stories do.
One sole character
in one simple room,
facing some kind of
emotional gloom.
That’s all that I know,
oh, and one more thing,
the sole person is
an immortal being.
