A thought just occurred to me today
“Why do I write in rhyme?”
I could write thoughts in prose, most certainly
I once did it all the time
Where did those pages of rambling text go?
Structured randomly with no message to send?
Where arguments centered on what I didn’t know,
Formed layers and layers on end?
Why is it now my thoughts lay in four?
Two for two, with a line in between
Why is it that I must search for words,
That both mesh and say what I mean?
This medium I write in, a diary
A container for thoughts one must stow
The words written here are meant to be clear
I guess I’ll just say “I don’t know”
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