My words are a playground
of thought, I skip through a
sentence and then as I write
faster so do I go, till I trip
a mistake is then known.

I run around chasing words
till a sentence I have formed,
then I rest, so not to mistake
to many words that I have formed.

I play some times in the dark
corners, where my words are
corrupted by  the darkness that
surrounds, wrote with emotion
that is wrote from the cold parts
of my soul.

I chase around a word, then its
hits me in the face so powerful are
these words, that they stun the paper
and then I write some more.

I play in this playground of
words, so much to do, so many
games to play in this world of
rhyme and sentences, so much
more writing to do..