What should I write a verse on?
The philosophies of life or,
The life and thoughts of saints?
Perhaps a poetry about you
Or one about myself again?
Why not about endless time?
Words float through my head
Like bees from flower to flower,
And thus moves my pen,
Following my mind to its den,
Around the spiraling paths,
Where my thoughts do exist.
It demands something from me,
Something like a bit of creativity,
Wild imagination one might say,
To open up and let all go away,
Away from me but down into paper,
No! Its not to be forgotten forever.
And a boring poem it turns out to be,
But I guess sometimes that's just me!