I never know
what I’m gonna write
These words just come
Like they turned on the light
In darkness I am cool
No words are needed
Then they turn the damn light on
And something is kneaded
So I roll it around on my unfloured
Thing here
Sometimes it sticks or will bake a few days
Sometimes it burns or I’ll throw it away
Never do I know what’s next
Amazing I am never perplexed
I never did talk quite normal
I never did like talking formal
The world in my head is quite comfy
In chaos
I try to explain it but something is hiatus
