You swim and twirl

In my head

An eternal daydream

That nobody notices.

You float and dance

Pushing against my mind

My hand

Wanting to be justified,

Proven on the page.

You make sentences

And things that are not sentences.

You decide on their own

What I'll write.

You flow through me

The wild side

And I can't translate anything you give me

Even with all my continents

And all my languages.

I can't sift out the truth

From amid the metaphors.

But you are my fate.

The words know better than I do.

So I let you. I'm sure

You were waiting for me to admit it.

You are mysterious,

Too cryptic for me.

There is only so much experience possible to get

In twelve years.

You won't fail to confuse me.

But someday I'll find out

That you came true,

In some way or another,

Likely something I'd never considered.

You have a way of being the exact opposite

Of everything.

And somehow you are my gift,

Mine.

Even if I could never decipher you,

I will give you solidity.

Not despite my ignorance

But because of it;

Because words know better,

I will write.

I'll know better someday.