If I could only remember the words
A thousand things would fall from my lips,
For every word I speak
Stumbles and trips
As it falls from my mouth
And I can’t ever say
What I really mean.

Perhaps there isn’t a word able to discern
All the thoughts tumbling around inside
But I know for sure
I can’t hide
Nor suppress
What needs to be said
From those I need to say it to.

On second thought, there isn’t a language
In any corner of the universe
That can adequately define
These thoughts of mine
For they’re too wild
(And none at all mild)
And cannot be contained
Nor restrained
Into this thing
We call
English.

12-11-15