There are times when I get so anxious
Finals, speeches, manifestos, confessions
Those times when I don’t know it anymore
Goals and purposes, why’s and how’s

I don’t know myself anymore
I become meaner, inconsiderate
Opposites of who am I really

But boy, I’m glad
I know poetry, my escape

Words sure can’t describe my true feelings
But somehow it soothe to know that
At least when I don’t know anything
At least if I lose myself in the seas of emotion
Words can help me find my way back