Thoughts in Sprout

Tuned to the music of the night, my ears
For a fear not I have this evening
The crickets chirp their cheers
My dear, how I feel my chest heaving

Never a breath can I catch
To take in a beautiful night like this
Never shall I know how to fetch
A word or thought to describe this bliss

How dreary I feel from business
What a dread, the suburban life
Oh what a shame I feel with my weakness
Not able to carry on in this endless strife

Contained in me are many a sporadic thought
They pour from my fingers like a spout
Against my thinking will they've fought
But now, resurfacing and they sprout