There is a series of rhymes common in my poetry

Where my mind has become obsolete

These strings of words of messages that reoccur 

As we search for a new vocabulary

But its so hard to stray from comfort

So used to reciting 

Old pleasures

Current glee

Distant pain

Or impossiblilities .

I long to know new things

Or do I  crave new things to believe in?

With I, my soul and mind

Shall confide in the scribbles of a pen

Oh the golden twines we could unwind

In the Calderon of our alphabet

Oh when the fables multiply beyond my bet

This point for you creativity gets

Oh the sound these voices create

As you decide to release the quench of their flow.

Oh the color hope brings to air as the  wind blows

The way we talk about desires
As if anyone truly knows

How to build the foundation of wishes
Or how dreams keeps us on our toes

Is life a burden or gift for time to take its toll?

Im sorry luv this is as far as my speculation goes.