Within the tangled copse of my mind
where thoughts grow wild and unruly,
a foreign melody weaves through the thickets—
uninvited, yet impossible to ignore.

Norwegian lyrics twist like vines
wrapping around ideas not yet formed,
turning musings into mischief.
My brain, it seems, diverts once again.

An absurdly beautiful copse of intrusive thoughts,
creatively distracting and unexpectedly inspiring.
A chaotic yet oddly profound moment of synchronicity—
“Smak av Honning”, a taste of honey.

Fun Fact: I was deep in poetic contemplation about the word “copse” when my brain decided to blast “Smak av Honning” by deLillos on repeat. Apparently, my intrusive thoughts have a Norwegian soundtrack now, thanks to my oldest child who has it on a seemingly endless rotation in her playlists. It is a great song and very catchy.