Unfinished

Surrounded within incomplete

projects stuck

in the middle of beginning

and the end.

They pile up around me

and my flustered hands

try to soothe 

as the muses whine

to be fed progress once again.

I suffer from a creativity addiction

and overactive imagination,

so I know how to start the idea

but execution never happens,

because I don’t want to kill anything.

I mean I don’t want it to end.

I mean I am stuck in the middle.

I mean I am always a work in progress.