Is It Love

I feed my hands…yes! With inks, The ink does what?... Oh! My heart gives words, Words from…yes! My brain thinks a lot, A lot? Of course, from my lot! I love to…, Do I really love to?… Or I’m forced to…, Em, I’m pushed to…, No, compelled to… I don’t know! What makes me write?! All I see,all sees All I hear, even all are “all ears” How can I see a can and say “yes I can!” Oh…I can’t stop” I can” My “can’t” can’t stop my “can”. I’m disconnected but, still connected ‘Prefer isolation but, I’m still among ‘Love to be away yet, I’m still around My ink…or me sees a lot, Thinks a lot, Reveals my lot! I wonder if it’s love, Let’s give it a thought I think it’s my lot Or is it really love?!