Written Reason

The very act of writing these, my thoughts, into the art of poetry produced the thoughts of donning my written reasons and fleeing with them back again into the nominal simplicity of pen and page, at what some call too ripe an age. But then again, at other times in life, the written word comes blunt and blundering to my chaotic mind, reeking of mixed emotions and scrambled words, praying that its not discovered a fraud by keen eyes. Other times I see a line to the minds that usually buzz beyond my reach, opening to a vast internet of shared perceptions between those minds and mine. Other times the words fall flat, devoid of any emotion or conception to illuminate the world wrapped around me. But underlining ev'ry little thing, I'm searching for my identity.