Of love for words;
Superfluously ingenious creativity
Intrinsically inspired,
Just a flow of emotion
Oft times a trickle
Sometimes an eruption
Pause…
An eraser perhaps
A new beginning
Non-existent worlds
And unfulfilled dreams
The pleasure of imagination
The lack of a destination
Just a simple outlet
Harmless from the onset
Exhale…
Blank pages and black ink
No need for an audience
It’s not a search for respect
Just Meaningless ramblings
The musings of a madman
But hey
I’ve got my poet’s passport
Relax…
