These words are inadequate.
I am dissatisfied for to me they do not relate.
They are ordered and filled with rules
And restrict my minds precious jewel
Its beauty cannot be described,
By the lies these words try to tell
The fake feelings these words try to sell
The disordered way together they weld
For what is within has no place to begin
No place to end no rules to follow nor money to spend
Like a sea it flow, through windows and out of doors
In the sea of nonsense, past sanity stable floors
What I feel cannot be described
Written, on a page placed
It demands that I express, give it no less
Than that to which it deserves
I feel constricted boxed in
Never allowed to let in
That sweet sunshine, that spot light
To the thing that lives within
I wish to give in to this ebb and flow  
Not to think but just to know
Where to go what to say
And yet I am dissatisfied by this my expression
For these words are inadequate  
And cannot relate to me
Cannot stand as evidence in my debate
With the sea inside me
For they are order instead of flow
Ruled instead of free
The jewel will not see will, not be admired
For without the stage it is forever in a dark unlit cage