People say I've got a way
Of completely expressing my mind
And some suspect that all my thoughts
Must come to me in rhyme.
But the mystery to me
Is the ease with which it flows
It happens so fast I can't tell you
Where it's born or how it grows.
If I didn't read it after I wrote it
I wouldn't know what it said
'Cause my hand merely takes dictation
Directly from my head.
I guess this must be what people mean
When they say something comes from the soul
'Cause it's separate from my consciousness
And has complete control
Joy Antonio
