THREE MINUTES OF WHIMSY

Three minutes to let the words take flight, I set the timer, heart racing with delight. Thoughts scatter like seeds on the breeze, Each one a whisper, aiming to please. Tick, tick, the seconds pulse in my mind, Ideas tumble and whirl, a treasure to find. A mountain of dreams, a river of fears, Words pouring like rain, washing the years. What if I wrote about sunsets ablaze, Or whispered sweet nothings in an endless gaze? What if I painted the echoes of laughter, Or chased after shadows, just what comes after? The timer is ticking, my heart starts to race, Each word that I write, a step in this chase. Emotions unwrapped like gifts on a stand, In this fleeting moment, I take a bold stand.