Why

The world abounds Impressment of my mind Lost in the jungle of words Insufficient are they The world is not comprised solely of ambiguous things Things do not define my love Things do not define who I am Things do not define the world Tearing through the sky Lost in thought A bird Glaring in my eyes The picture of its magestic wings Words alone can not describe it Together, though, the words can bind Bind to form a song A poem A picture Writing infuses life into it