Words are spoken,
Again, and again it can be repeated,
Can it endure many a time?
So true, put it down,
Many a generation can never forget,
With this, I see the bigger light,
Though lost in the depth of doubt,
Within me, words are fading away so quickly,
It is true, but what is wrong?
I am lost, sank in the wonder of thought,
Can this be real?
Can anyone help me?
I call, it sounds so near,
But resounding from many thousand miles away,
Am I sleeping?
Can anyone wake me up?
For I am lost in the maze of thought,
The formal seems to appear the later,
But in my heart I can tell,
Without quivering in my tune,
The later is often better than the formal,
Why this thought?
Why are words suddenly fading away?
How can this be?
Suddenly my hand turned weak,
So feeble, I could tell from the follow of my words,
The ink and a piece of paper many at times makes it right for me,
What is happening?
Many a words suddenly is gone away into the air,
Like stars of the morning,
Losing their lights in the glorious morn,
So true, and so strong,
I refuse that ugly feelings of doubt,
Laughter is ever near,
A liberty of classical antiquity,
The pen, the ink, and the paper,
Never in my imagination will lose its credibility,
A powerful tools that only the wise can tell its worth,
Indeed the pen is mighty,
Melting and diminishing all that pains and hurt,
But what is wrong with me?
Again and again I asked myself,
Am I making sense?,
Again I asked within me,
Can the wonder of pure thoughts fade oblivion?
Deep down my soul there is a disagreement,
Whether they agree or disagree,
Only the free in mind can understand,
The pen is indeed great,
With the ink and a piece of paper,
I can make it right once again,
Riding off the captivity of that wicked being,
I have been shown what is right,
By the Ancient One,
In my mind, no unwanted plants can grow,
Am in love again and again with my pen and that clean white sheet of paper,
I can make it right once again,
Cant you see?
I can see the light now,
The hand again is strong.
C. Moses Michael N 2019.