Metaphors and random thought
conjure all my visions.
Everything would be for naught
without these word’s collisions.
Expressing what I feel
in abstract of mind and wisdom.
Things away I peel
releasing them in all my freedom.
Who will read them when I’m gone,
buried in ground forever.
Will they enlighten their dawn,
these words that I endeavor?
My legacy of sorts you see,
these words I write for thee.