It’s what I do
I reach down inside
To find what I believe
To put into the words
My lungs can breathe.
When I get it right
The emotions well inside
Give it everything
With nothing denied.
I don’t care if you get it
It’s not about you.
It’s about what I think
About what I do.
It might be pointless,
Useless, completely askew
As long as it’s me
It’s absolutely true.
Opher 3.12.2012
I was merely musing about the futility of writing poetry.