Pen is my sword - but man,
is it rusted.
I look it over every night and find notes of rust,
oxidized thoughts I never executed on paper,
the remainder,
reminder that it takes a while for a thought to form.
Evolution is like Rome, not built in a day
Mitochondria is a powerhouse, but it has cells that set it into place,
like the blacksmith who first created the blade.
He has the tools,
but cannot control them.
Forges only get so hot ,
fire so tame,
hammer so strong,
steel so malleable,
like a daydream,
when it is ready to come to fruition.