I may not always
I may not always comment
But I linger around your words
Like a thief, to thoughts,
and absorb it all like brain food
through my retina I fill up my mind’s eye
with words, story’s and fact’s
Like an empty slate now well nourished
My hand trembles for a pen
Like writing is my fix
And I crave to go deep into my psyche
And pull out a thesis
That scholars would analyze for years to come.
But then reality hits me,
And I remember that
not all of you are my perfect audience
So I keep writing for myself
And take great pleasure in knowing
That these thoughts,
I have created moves me in ways,
And then I say to myself
I may not always comment,
But what's your excuse