Trying and Flowing

Pen and paper
When I write in the tech it feels fake
Or maybe it muddies my thoughts
That's not something I want
I want to flow
Like a river that refuses to accept "no"
During a flood
Dragging dirt along to make mud
Slivers of messes and mistakes
That's what it takes for me to feel great
I just can't drive straight
I quiver having to imagine what it'd be like
To deliver all my thoughts
Drawn between the street lights
With so many dirt roads I'd love to see
Like, I wouldn't take that ride
I want to be free when I write
Hold that metaphoric mic while you sit tight
Anticipation, waiting for the purpose of all my creations
My rhetoric as I speech slight
Sounds all bleak, but from the right angle
You'll see what's bright