Words from ink to pen,
If I died today, would these words be read?
I am sorry, did not mean to start with dread.
I'm in a mood; would I understand if I were you?

Rhythm, rhyme, I'm looking to find,
but the light goes out with the pattern.
I wonder if the greats understood their gibberish,
too.

I came to say one thing, and look!
I've said more (whoops, sorry for the ego).
I am hoping that my foolishness has drawn you in
(would it, if I were you?).

Please read:
     Anything looks small next to a galaxy
          big next to an atom;
     They don't teach this in school:
          an oak is just its size.