Trying to decide which stanza is better
How do I know I'm saying it right
I understand that words must light
Something inside of our being
So that we're seeing
What is meant to be seen
Hearing what is meant to be said
And feeling that tingle of great ideas
Inside our head
But nothing works out just right...
I had an ending in sight
But it slipped between the pages
Of my mind
And was lost amongst the ages
Of all my unused rhymes
So now I'm left with trivial thoughts
That make no sense to me
And all that's left
Are random thoughts
Of what I ought to be
But like I said, my rhymes are dull
An everlasting plague of mind
So I will leave you one last thought
Before I get caught
Up in the minutes and the days
Please for the sake of poets everywhere
Write something better than me...