I Believe A Lot Of My Bullshit

I speak and my thoughts change

I believe a lot of my bullshit

I mostly just let it blow

Not a thought in the mind- like I claim

It pours out and through this

I have emotion

Outside this emotion, I have none.

My pouring of thoughts is my emotion.

My thoughts are my emotion-

My words are my emotion.

Those thoughts I let out for the world.

They help me shape myself.

I forget myself not though these words

But through a lack of words.

A non-spokesman is a noone

A non-spokesman knows nothing to the world

A mind wasted

A mind forgotten.