the words are on the tip of my tongue
and yet they come out of my fingertips
thoughts spill and splash and bubble over my brain on a daily basis
and i ***** them out into a blubber that you can't grasp
or maybe you just don't want to understand
that i'm not your average joe
that i make more mistakes than one should admit
and that someday
i'm going to write all over these walls
and fill every space with words
of beauty and truth and downright nonsense
maybe then people will get it
writing is the only thing left in this world
it is the only thing that will keep us going
yet nobody wants to tell people things they dont want to hear
because that would just be outrageous
but we need to
the day we stop thinking on our own
is the day the world will end