I stand within my perculiar mind
searching, hoping still to find
the perfect words to rearrange,
I then exhange
the word I chose, for something
rather more morose.
Within the gloom I find a chink
of light and so I dread to think,
what I've allowed into my head,
among the thoughts and words unsaid;
The light, it starts to permeate
and countless ideas to create.
And as the gloom flees from my head,
my voice speaks in my mind; unsaid,
"The words linger within my mind,
a purpose, desperate to find,
for their use do they to me beseech,
for they are all within my reach."