These words, they keep pouring from me

so continuous and never-ending

like there's something I must

put to paper

but my feeble mind

cannot grasp it's

wishful strings

that float in my memories

and deep consciousness

so maybe this attempt

in writing again and again,

though useless and frivolous

my words have become,

I will gain the epiphany that

I long for, so dear

and perhaps I will understand

all thoughts of my mind

and maybe I'll know all the answers I seek

and maybe things will be clear

a whole world anew

and maybe with these words

I'll understand you