My Words: Words

Words,

More words,

My words;

My muse is not amused.

Alarmed,

My muse plods on,

Ne'er guaranteed a song.

Troubled,

Tumbling words tossed about;

My muse only wants to sing and shout,

Fly free,

Be me;

But tethered to the shackles of time,

Infinity of rhyme,

Words,

More words,

My words,

All linked in time and space,

Accorded to each a place,

I fly,

Gathering one,

Gathering another;

Let them fall where they will.

Free floating,

Never gloating,

Eagle's landing;

A mockery in time's pursuit

Of good,

As if somehow,

All life should follow suit.

There is no end to words in rhyme.