The Right Words
Sitting to help thinking yet the time moves slow
Constructing then deleting any possible poetic row
As one idea seems right the other idea makes it seem wrong
The treacherous wirting of a line becomes so prolonged
Emotions try to come and play
Yet logic ingests the emotions by the tray
Fuzzy thoughts become blurr as both coexist as one
The idea of haze is contagious as the mouth can no longer move its tongue
To yammer and rant is just a waste of breath
This is the true sign of the words of truth at their death