Words Tonight

I write because I please to Free my mind from grief through Extensive mental release in ink Expressed with this pen I use I clear out the fog from within To clearly see, yet it seems relief Is still just simply out of reach The surrounding haze is back Arguing with a twisted mind Once again I've misplaced mine Just then, suddenly my pen Righteously lays down a strongly Rhyme infested riddled line In which you will find inevitably Hidden in disguise, mysteriously Curious insight in every line that I Articulate in each rhyme meticulously Organizing thoughts of many kinds Investing energy to design unique Skills I can progress, thinking fast At light speed thoughts pass while Acutely sifting through diverse, endless Metaphorical lemons and limes I'm Defining in writing, my curse is gifted But mine, infinite purpose, eternal life So I've composed for those interested in Words tonight, as I free write my mind.