I won’t say the English language is beautiful
yet it’s enormity turns me numb
it’s a curse it seems (blessing too)
there are so many words at your disposal,
propells you to write and write and write
what a waste, not to use them all;
godsend when the soul unleashes
look at all the ways (absolutely infinite)
to embrace the mind’s devilish thoughts
but of course, it’s never enough.