The Start

Hoping to denote.
Desire to pick up my phone lingers.
Open my notes.
Let my mind move my fingers.
That's the start.
Or maybe it's my heart.
Putting these words into a shopping cart.
Digress to address them into a work of art.
What's my procedure?
Stay tuned to tonight's feature.
I call on those emotions.
The ones that cause the commotions.
The ones that make my head spin.
Allow me to write about where my mind has been.
See, I don't mean to think this way.
Free, in a blink my reason decays.
Take a breath.
My thoughts vary in length.
Vary in topics
Explosion like rockets.
Until I put them in my pockets
And save it for a rainy day.
There could be no better way.

So read my array of words. 

The start of lyrical chords.