I recall being in grade school
sitting at my desk
while my teacher read these words to me, they were cool
flowing and piecing together so well, certainly not a mess
The words said otherwise
it was the story of a tortured soul
that was when I learned that something so precise
could come from a man who did nothing but stole
It became clear that people write
not only to inspire, wish well and offer another sight
but also to express and let loose
all the things that were hiding under their boo-boo's.
I write not to show off nor inform
I write because it makes more sense
when things are put down in this expression of the norm,
everything seems to just be life and less of a mess.