In labyrinth of words I move,
jumping in a writer grove.
Lines of verse plant in my brain.
Sometimes, I do go insane.

With the chatter that I hear.
always sensing a poem near.
So I ground to write in day.
with phases I now will play.

Crazy no I’m just a sage,  
as I scribe on writers stage.
Star of self I share this day,
as I bow to all and pray.

That you visit labyrinth too.
Finding words its what to do.
Cause time is a gift you see
when one writes they are set free.