Flip the Switch

Sometimes I feel like two people.
Surviving the day,
then alive on the page.

Flip the switch.

Words spilling.
My soul expanding,
my mind on fire.

Sparks.
Love.
Meaning.

Could be a song,
a riff,
a smile.

Connection
Light.

Through the alleyways and avenues,
or flying high above the city.
The beach as the waves crash.
A little cottage in the hills.

Or here,
on the front step.
Writing this.

Music playing.

The Rolling Stones.
Flip the switch.

(c) Paul Andrew Sneddon