Words come on to the page with no intention of what they may write
I'm flowing into the page to see what comes out as clarity or insight
I don't think and ponder the same as I use to I just write
The words either come out with a deep meaning or with the struggle and spite
Maybe sometimes the venom needs to be poured into your cup so pure
Drink it down
Let it writhe
And see what the world may have to what's to wait in store