What's with being a poet?
What does it truly mean
What was it have meant
What has those words seen

A lot of these thoughts
Run throughout my mind
And yet
I don't understand

…
Silence awakes me
Something isn't right
My heart isn't within me
Something isn't right

I ask all you've that's made it
What's it like using words
To express to feel
Because my thoughts are overrated
Re drawn and debated
Let me go
So I can think some more
Forever enclosed
In a chair
With this pen
And paper
Stuck amongst my sin