Round and round, I went around

I looked for it, but nothing was found

Its shape, its form, its meaning as a whole

Was lost somewhere, down my mind's hole

Beneath layers and layers of unfiltered thoughts

Within the depths of memories forgot

There it lay, my vivid muse

A spark to ignite, the drowned fuse

I flipped a switch, and the words came out

I let them transcend, without a doubt

I let them form, build a shape of their own

They amazed me as well, by how quickly they had grown

Their meaning, their hindsight,

Their shadows, their light

Everything had matured,

Grown above wrong or right

My companion on lonely roads

My guide on unplanned forays

My words were all I needed

To get through the toughest of days

So round and round, I went around

I looked for it, and finally I found

A bag full of words, hanging by a pen

Reminding me of days, life was simple when

This life was simple when...