I'm writing this because I've got a paper and a pen.
Although the mind said "Dude!, this is not how it's done!"

I said, "you are not the one;
Stop drawing margins with the gun".

Abstract ideas hinting something are on the run.
Or are they just bland thoughts having mindless fun?

There's this part of the brain which always thinks about the stars and the sun.
and also another part, undiscovered; which has allowed none.

From nowhere i hear a voice "You are rhyming for the sake of a rhyme!"
"Do you know that this is a serious crime?"

I'm back to my senses.
I seem to have committed a series of offences.

*Hears the siren of a police vehicle*

"Oh! Shit!"
"I quit!" ;-)

-ACP