Thoughts in my head

ebb and flow as do currents

Waves upon waves, wash ashore

but my mouth–it rarely opens

This pen and paper

is all that I have

to express the secrets that lay,

between the madness

and the heaven sent,

the ordinary everyday

I kept a journal

but deep descriptions bored

Poetry keeps it simple

with an elegant musical core

Words are valuable

the choices are critical

To illustrate grand ideas

with words just a few?

Something so beautiful

I had to try it too