Tangent, teeming for the rest.
Cleaning up my words as best
I can, then spitting out
My mind’s loud shout.
Lifting up the troubled soul,
Buried in the deepest hole.
Triumph in the personal clue.
Wondering what and who.
Do you see the meaning there?
Do you think my point is fair?
I don’t know every answer.
I am just a writing dancer.
Living out the day to day.
Expressing it in my own way.
What is the conclusion, now?
Wish I knew why and how.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 