the words appear like an artist’s sketch
fine curves and heavy accents,
all suggesting a word,
defining a line,
as life goes wandering past us all
we find words to describe
our insides to our exterior
and somewhere behind,
where lay
the heart and soul.
Our lives are made up of
descriptions, a memoriam and a funny story.
We live the same lives
just some of us experience
them more deeply
than others might.
We all still find ourselves
wandering through avenues of thought,
trying to decide which to go forward with today.
We never really know
until we decide this is the moment,
and step forward please.
When writing on paper
we at least have the chance
to draw pretty little pieces
of words to think about.