I've filled my pages with moodful rages and an odd notion or two I've often fought with different thoughts and wrestled points of view Ideas flow, they come and go though some aren't worth the mention Some scream and shout, and dance about and demand my full attention Sometimes my words confuse me and get lost along the way Some trick, confound and ruse me just like a child at play Some leave me lost and lonely some cause me to be blue some seem to tell a story so sad and yet so true Sometimes my words allude me it's as if they'd gone away and often they've pursued me all throughout my day Sometimes my words work wonders on the pages of my mind and some I've found, once written down seem nothing of the kind