I hugged a tree once
Like someone said I should
I felt a strong connection
Like I was made of wood.
I sang a song of rebellion
They said it would make me free
My tuning was a little off
I remain confined – in me.
I ventured out to buy a hat
But my head was far too small
I think of all my nonsense
And where I fit it all.
Words are a collection of
Letters on a page
Emotions are unpredictable
Like grief and joy and rage.
Take these words
And read them
Then forget them forever more
There's lots more where they came from
It seems their function is to bore.