Under construction
Is how I find myself
on every morning,
after a deep sleep.
Looking for places to patch
In order to keep going,
Luckily enough
It's all organic and intrinsic;
More work in the mind
Than anything physical.
It's more about
Curating thoughts
Instead of just starting again.
For how many beginnings
Should I inspire in this life of mine?

It's a constant change,
Even if it is seems like a routine,
For I look the same in the mirror,
But my mind is forever different.
When I read your words,
I learn of more perspectives
Of how life exists outside
My creative kingdom.

The original is me,
Not my words,
Or the sentences I write
With no regards to rules.
Like a reflection
My expression
Is only of what I have learnt.

And I am that one in the mirror,
No matter the situation,
And I am part of the reactions
Of all my dealings.

An athlete trains for the perfect motions;
I train to inspire smiles and those
Aha moments.

My practices,
Full of mistakes,
Are focused into finding new ways,
Of maintaining the process
To build more everyday.
And when the page is blank,
And the text cursor blinking,
I think...