As I write I search for words.

Words to describe the world

Flowing around me,

Surging, Trudging

Yet always moving.

Where is it going?

What are the reasons?

The answers?

The questions?

The goals?

Is the world listening?

Or shouting?

Are my words important?

Or insignificant?

Do I write for me?

Or you?

Or do I really write?

Joanna Ballard - May 30, 1989