In the time it takes to turn you head
i'm somewhere else instead
i heard what you said
but not what you were saying
give me some time to come back...
Words that you spoke scant moments ago
started other wheels turning,
that burning in my stomach,
the churning of rusted wheels
grinding rust into dust as the cogs begin to move...
The nervousness, the hurried heartbeat
as to what the next line shall bear
the uncontrollable shaking afterwards
when i read what i have written there
Is this a groove or shall i call it a rut
as my wheels follow and wobble on a road shown me?
What transpires from words inspired by others
and how is it your thoughts echo mine
or do i add my words to your thoughts,
take each lesson as i am taught
and store them away for later
as for now i know naught what it is i do?
Would that i could explain to you
or is it , again, the other way around?
for others explain what the words mean
that, for whatever reason, i found...
10-09-10
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