Where do the words come from
That express
my life
My hope
The essence
of me
That my soul
spits out
Not sensible
but making
oh so much
sense
Regrets
Maybe
Not so much
as joy and
Fleeting
moments of happiness
Wrapped up in
relationships and
Memories and
I don't want
my life to be over
I want to
live for the now
And for the
future
And I want my
words to flow
To tell
stories of my existence
To dump the
essence of my soul
With reckless
abandon
Where do the
words go
When they
leave my mind
Do they
frolic and
Dance
And cavort
with intent
So that a
piece of me
Makes oh so
much
