These are the ramblings of a perpetual prose machine, which sometimes find themselves turning to rhyme. It's most free verse, but it becomes lyrical from time to time. I'm born to create; we all are really. So let's just do that, and make it sound pretty.
Where do I go from here? Nowhere perhaps, but why does that matter? The journey on which the words will take us; it's magical and strange. It could make us happy, or make us sadder. But whatever we may feel, we cannot turn back.
These words are what they are, and yes, I have too many to spare!