Transition

I can't think of anything, maybe my mind has stopped.
Perhaps it has come to that end where the ball has been dropped.

Am I no longer inspired? Has my vision become grained?
I question myself; It just feels as if my passion has been drained.

Or maybe it's a transition when skinny dipping into the unknown.
An unfortunate event of sorts when the mind has grown.

It could be overload or the prelude to something bigger.
A set up to something bold where the mind is the trigger.