I've always had the words
I've always had the time
& always had everything in mind

Time is changing
It feels like I can't keep up
Im running circles around pages
Pages of words
Words of feeling
Words of love

But words of love,
What is that really?
Words are just words
Love is just feeling

When feeling is living
Living is breathing
Breathing is free
& freedom is dreaming
Dreaming is believing

Poetry is meaning
Meaning that is hidden
Deep inside the words

But the words i dream
The words I think
& the words i write,
Have more meaning
Then I may even know.