Bees swarm in my mind

And of ideas, no I'm not lacking

I'm just trying to find

An anchor

A ball of golden string I can unwind

Like Theseus

I create a trail

To find my way through a great maze

Blindfolded

In a tunnel

In the dark

Deep within my own heart

Not knowing which way to turn

Left or right

But I reach out to grab an idea

Blindly

And move towards the light

Heavy in my hands

I hold a tight grip

And with all that I am

I pray it doesn't slip

Like a claw machine

You never know what you'll seize

If it's a gift card or a stuffed bear

If it's good or if it's just there

And I sit and write in a trance

In a daze

And when I'm done I simply gaze

Upon what I've created