Words Flow

My words flow out of me Like water from a fire hose Yes I can live with its conditions But how long will it sustain me I drag its weight where ever I go A mess of kinks that fights every turn Staircases ascending, descending, never ending My life is given as it wears me out When the smoke of despair blinds me And the fire of doubt confronts me I can still steal a slight breath of life If I bring my face close to the stream Oxygen, oh sweet words save me Holding tight to this gift I flee Following that snaking line to fresh air Where I hope my words still flow