Storming Your Brain

Stomp through the corridors of your mind,
March instep to the rhyme,
Every idea kept in time,
Like those Shakespearean poetic lines.

Determination,
A soldier,
Perseverance,
Its mission.
Tracking all those scurrying thoughts,
Trapping and lining them up,
In their specific slots.

Then your target is spotted,
Your course has now been plotted.
Storm your brain,
Each passageway in and out,
And there,
Without a doubt,
You’ll find,
That perfect dream,
The thread of your story,
Like dew drops in the early morning's gleam.