The words, they dance around my head
Unraveling like spools of film
But the ink seems to bleed from my pens
And paper crumbles in my hands
These words, they play out like harmonies
Tuneless music, free-versed refrain
But the names of the notes escape
Slipping through invisible cracks
These words, they are like birds
Struggling against memory’s cage
Wanting, desperately, to flutter out
And it’s so hard to paint their shape
when they are so unwilling to stand still
Words, like birds, cannot be tamed
Only traced and copied, and launched to fame
Words, like dreams, come and go
A fleeting and festive sight
Images written out in rhymes
Behind the lids of wide-open eyes
Cling to words, for dreams fade fast
But storybooks are built to last.