MY WORDS
There's not much I know;
doubt has become my best friend.
I am seeking new life,
my words form one big question.
So what's this I write?
Shall I muse for no reason?
What idea do I send
when you read what I'm thinking?
I face the question,
the real sum of my substance.
If I am not a fact,
has this concept some value?
You speak of my words,
the heart language within me.
Dear friend, I love how
I'm an idea with heart!
Now I smile as I write;
my words are giving you joy.
At last freedom dances
my hands 'cross the screen.
I now realize
that each heart is a question.
My words are of value
when I doubt I've the answers!