What’s going on
With my thoughts
That are coming out of my mind
So fast
I wish that I could stop my thoughts
From moving fast
I have no idea how to do that
I have diffirent thoughts in my mind
Some dark thoughts that I don’t like it
And some happy thoughts
I use the happy thoughts in my poems
The dark thoughts I discard down the chutte
I must say that I enjoy being a poet
That is the job I do best
And I was chosen to be a poet
By my father
Also I write my poems every single day
For my father
I don’t miss a day writing poems for my father
And also my father rewards for a well dne job
Yes when the night comes I stop working
And I go to bed