You like the way I write these lines
Like every word makes sense
But honestly I'm not trying to be
A scribe who is quite literary
I just like making up these things
Just to pass the time
I'm not looking forward to it
But I got some silly rhymes
If this is a gift I'm glad to accept it
With much fervor and perplexity
Sorry for these deep words
Forgive me for the intensity
When I think of it a bit
It makes some sense at all
What's the use of this crowded brain of mine
If I couldn't use it all
Just think of it as a conversation
From one person to another
Your inside my mind you know
Please don't make a clutter
In spoken words I cannot immortalize
What's written and what's read
But be my guest and pass on by
Allow me in your head
