I don't have the words to express how I feel
Because I can't think of a string of words
that even compares 
But I need to get these feelings off my chest
So please excuse my uncomplicated use of syntax.. But I just want you to know that...
I think you're the best 
And I love the way your hand feels
when it's intertwined with mine
And the way your eyes glow a little brighter when you speak of something with which you are passionate.
But most of all I love that..
Well as a matter of fact, I hate that...
              Well, your eyes don't quite glow as bright
                        ...when you speak of me

I am but a collection of thoughts
Each word orbits through my mind like celestial bodies in space
Each unique and beautiful in its own way 
And I want to share them with the world
So I can see what they think
Because if I can make people think,
then just maybe I have succeeded
But when I attempt to reveal them
They seem to escape in havoc and I can't rearranged them back in their place,
once they've escaped from the tip of my tongue
How I wish the words would just flow from me like a waterfall into a lake 
But the thoughts in my mind become jumbled 
Never to be put back in their original array

I look around at all my things
My worldly possessions 
Sometimes wishing for more 
Because the old things have become a bore
Or because I've come across something a bit more pleasing to the eye

Sometimes I wish I could give it all away
I wish I owned nothing
And nothing owned me
I want to be free from all these distractions
All these worthless attachments

And sometimes I wonder what vast places our minds might travel
When we are all truly free
From these things we so carelessly say we "need."