my brain keeps running,
I can't stay still,
I have to do something
concentration span
of a few seconds,
I'm gifted,
so my teacher reckons,
my pencil moves
across the paper,
I write first
ask questions later,
words, rhymes,
I watch them flow,
where they come from,
I don't know
it's not my message
from the heart
it's from outside,
it's from the stars
I trust the words
as they arrive
arrange themselves
and come to life,
I never know
how these will end
they wont let me lie,
let me pretend
I am just an instrument
for incarnated words
and through my hands
they make themselves heard.
As always, all comments are much appreciated, and names for this even more so!
Have a nice day
bluecows
