More Words

Where do all these words come from?  

They make up a window, a window to see my world, pulling me out piece by piece and inch by inch and never let me go.

Like a maze within my mind, a cyclone in my soul, there’s a hurricane in my heart and these words keep coming and like a river they just flow.

 

Where do all these words come from?

They are telling a story, the story of me and I don’t know where they come from but there coming from inside of me.

Like a maze within my mind, a cyclone in my soul, there’s a hurricane in my heart and these words keep coming and like a river they just flow.

 

Where do all these words come from?

I see them like a movie one frame at a time.  Some I wish I couldn’t see, while others I want to hold and never let go.

Like a maze within my mind, a cyclone in my soul, there’s a hurricane in my heart and these words keep coming and like a river they just flow.

 

Where do all these words come from?

They come when they please and leave just as fast.  They can be words of joy or torment to no end.

Like a maze within my mind, a cyclone in my soul, there’s a hurricane in my heart and these words keep coming and like a river they just flow.