Wyrd

The words keep on coming, in line after line

They flow without end as I think

They tell of these stories, these fragments of me

They pass by with every blink

The words that I write are inspired by thought

They take form from things that were said

From songs and from storied, these words have been caught

From all that I’ve heard and I’ve read

Consider a song from any anime

Sung sweetly in a tongue I don’t know

But the meaning it holds is made ever clear

And my words can give new form to grow

So choose how to sing, in their tongue or mine

Either way, this story is told

Sing strong line by line, let it over time

Take hold of you, let it unfold.