What is it inside of me that swells once again
And I begin to feel the urge to say something
About something but then the words are lost,
Over thinking where to begin and back again,
With metaphors, suggesting hidden meanings?
It’s ever only the ever persistent desire to
Write something real, communicate how I feel,
Capturing moments that will outlast us
And when it’s all past us, I’d like to laugh.
Think about how it was all such a big deal
And in the end, it never even mattered’