Frenzy

Write, you say.

So I put pen to paper, ink flowing across the lines.

I type in a document, blank and white. Cursor blinking, waiting.

I send words out into this cyberspace place,

wondering if they ever land.

I spin myself into a frenzy,

my mind on a gluttonous binge for information,

consuming as many books as I can,

reading everything in sight.

I seek perfection,

I seek control

through human understanding

when what I need to do

is be quiet

and listen

to that still. small. voice.