Slowly drifting Thoughts abound Frantic scripting Lines aloud Pain with purpose From poets’ mouths Emotions flowing Hear the sound Pen on paper Forever bound Human nature Hear them out Down to earth High in the clouds Vast universe Questioning now Life and death When and how No rules allowed
Each of their lines One slab of stone But now a tower Through their words Feel the power Whether peace of mind Or darkness devour Up late at night The witching hour
So wide awake With tired sighs Challenging fate Deep inside Calm insights And raging tides
Imagination Their better side
Within creation True knowledge lies In every question Double meaning hides They draw it out They shed new light
Thoughts on paper Passing through time Hand prints on history They cannot die Painting portraits For readers eyes
True emotions On the rise Touching hearts And changing lives