You might think I am silent.
But inside I've traveled
the whole world and back.

I've conversed with you
more than you know.
Finally what comes out
would be a 'Hi'.

My mind contradicts my heart
and my heart my mind.
I fail to get a word out
with all this commotion in.

I try to make sense
  of this mess
you dare call life.

I fall,
And fall,
And fall
some more
But that's okay.
I break
that's okay
when it's time to fly
I'll Fly.

We are too complex
to be build,
by anything less
than an artist.

Words that break a poet
only hurt the world

Words that heal the world
only make the poet