So here I am again, I always find the time to rhyme
Although I’m rather busy under pressure every day
I like to stop and think and find composure in my thought
For every now and then I’ve something meaningful to say
Today however, I am simply putting down a verse
The rhythm and a rhyming pattern take me from the day
A moment that is mine, a gift I’ve given to myself
But in the end I share my words to see what you might say
Sometimes I think I’m brave but often I am just a fool
Who thinks that fourteen syllables when placed upon a line
Are poetry, when really all they are are bites of sound
And if they are not spoken out my words dissolve in time
So reader read aloud and save these lines from fate obscure
For verses left unspoken will be thoughts and nothing more
thepoetautist 