I can't stop writing, maybe I shouldn't
I hope the words won't cease to flow
Many thoughts spilling out in an endless flood
Maybe this is the real Noah's arc
Perhaps the flood was god never ending words and the animals were Noah's feelings he wanted to keep concealed in the arc of his mind
Perhaps like god my words are water and are cleansing
After I spill what I need to maybe I'll be fresh, reborn
I never did read the bible though
Church sermons made me feel boringly proper