My words

“My words, my words,
They rush inside me
So eager they are for me
To notice them.

But I feel dizzy
With all their twirling,
And I can’t listen
To what they’re screaming.

They all want me
To write them down,
To play around –
Oh, ideas floating abound,
I’m now upside down!

As overwhelming as it may be
I hope this feeling
Lingers for as long as I live,
Otherwise, I would not know who to be.”

Ana.