I’ve always been a poet, just didn’t know the words,
couldn’t find the rhythm when thoughts flew high like birds
or the synchronicity twixt words and thoughts ebb and flow
and how if I really wanted to there’s nowhere I can’t go
from steps down into Hades to flights of fancy free
and through it all the constant, here’s somewhere I am me!
I’ve always had a problem of a mind where ideas grew
and lacking in direction, to strife they often flew!
So now I have a safety valve, when thought and word are loose
and if this idea makes no sense, maybe today my mind’s obtuse.
It doesn’t really matter and I really do not care,
to me your understanding is neither here nor there!
My words are never written for anybody’s sake
but rather just to throw them out and see what shape they take.