My mind so full of such few words,
Making my concentration fly out of my mind like a flock of birds,
A song,
A gong,
A chime,
A mime,
A lot of words fill my brain and some send shivers down my spine,
And some thoughts I question are they even mine,
All of them so tightly packed in,
In my skull so hidden deep within,
Pounds and pounds of useless grey matter,
Filled with noises from pitter to patter,
Legends and Tales,
Buckets and Pales,
Crab and Snails,
Sharks and Whales,
Words on Words on Words again,
I wish right now I could talk to a friend,
But alas the words the only come out on paper,
For you my readers to continually savor.
We all have those days when we can't read cause our mind is just to
pre-occupied
