Ghost in the Keyboard

I feel my fingers grace across the
keyboard.
I am holding onto my thoughts
as best I can
but time is my enemy
and I am starting to lose focus.

So I look onward,
even if my thoughts are lost,
and I forget about the need to write everything
and only think about the things that make it through my skull,
the barrier keeping my inspiration from the world.

There weren’t any problems
when I was under the constant onslaught of inspiration.
But now I don’t know anymore;
my fingers are ghosts of what they once were.