Is it possible to only think in rhymes?
To string words together like tunes in a chime,
To connect the dots like expressions to a mime,
And get it right each and every time?
I’m not a ‘poet’ of that I’m sure,
For my words are philosophical or mature,
But for these rhymes there lacks a cure.
My thoughts are truly obscure.
As I write my fingers race,
Adding words to lines, as if to trace,
With my mind they struggle to keep pace,
These random thoughts are hard to erase.