And So I Write

And so I write. I come to terms that commas stop to begin, full stops to an end, writing with all I've said. Don't mind it if its not made sense. I continue. Questions to what I may not ask Scripting to what someone may read as the past Thinking to thoughts towards thickening plots Time ticking I'll remind you of this nonsense At times I'll be by my table Alone because it is what I am able to Regardless of anyone else's thought Silent as though I have fought Till it starts with a thought Then I'll write, what ever comes to my mind.