I wonder – quite honestly –
if anything of pure meaning –
something of legitimate depth or thought –
will be extrapoloated from this.
Even a line – a word –
if it were to mean something that was just one
iota more important than the written word–
Something that affects – becomes
more important than what is it.
Doubtful – it goes far at times…
But for the nature of what it is –
It won’t be that, ever.
Keep writing –
The reason fades into the middle fo the back of my mind…
GO! GO! I just know it wasn’t to stop.
So — the pen scratches —
I wonder… Honestly?
What is that?