What to write?
Well let’s see.
Where will my pen
lead me?
Who’s to say
where we will go?
Could it be yesterday,
today or tomorrow?
Will it be about
the joys or
the sorrows?
This thought,
that thought,
so many to choose.
To which, to who,
or to whom,
will we enlist
in this immortal
doom?
Will it be about
a heart that is forever
scarred by the lingering
sear of a
bitter tongue?
Who is to say
what it will be?
As the thoughts
take shape through
the words,
as they flow
from my pen.
What to write?
Well let’s see.
This is where
my pen led me.