The Fluid Core

Okay— my mind wanders off because I let it. I wonder what will fill the lines and my thoughts answer my questions. I seem to have forgotten something... (pause) while I try to find it, what influences will inspire me to etch this phrase? With so much to do and already knowing where to start (having started there before), how to go about the rest? Sometimes the uncertainty is not in the commencement of the matter, but in the fluid that makes up the core. What defines us is how we define our text— the body of our book of life. Most people start out the same, but— only we can write the story of our lives. What chapter was I on again?