A Wandering Mind

My sentances are long, organized, complex,

but my mind always wanders,

short bursts of energy, infinite subjects.

 

Too long had I tried to say my thoughts normally.

Why try when poetry

                    speeks

                               so

                                       freely?

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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