Friday, December 2, 2011

Sometimes it seems I don't know what I mean
For on days like today I can't sit at bay
The waters run rampant wild oh so free
But my thoughts let loose and lose control of me
Nothing's coherent nothing's what it seems
For this scheme I am rhyming sounds like a dream
Still waters are unhealthy for they breed disease
Fresh waves are of plenty for they bring much ease
My writings aren't worthy of publish nor praise
Yet I keep ticking and yet I still amaze
In the end what is is what it's never
And is never is forever
What does it matter
What I do today

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