Declarative me, saying what I was
With a question inbetween
Feeling better as if I'd breathed again
In the quiet stillness of unthinking
In such words I lose myself for a min
Until hours catch up and overtake me
As if questioning what I was and then
Sets me free to begin and be
This is how I tend to write and then
This is why, it's is not, and for me
How I Tend To Write