You Don'T Even Know the Meaning, Yet You Write

you don't even know the meaning, yet you write you scramble it, squeeze it out sometimes say it out loud but you still fail to convey,... you know the rules, abide the rules you are ruled by those rules, you don't tolerate, breaking those rules... you don't even know the meaning, yet you write words, hollow promises, and staled up never willing to be opened up you thought it will pass with time but still holding onto it, with all your might... you don't even know the meaning, yet you write remember, and write it down, it's stolen broken, and molten into new thing, shines up like the moon, only to part away in a broad daylight, in front of sun... you don't even know the meaning, yet you write old age, crawled up thoughts, in the past you wrote, wrote as you thought, made a way out, by passing throughout sigh lets out of your mouth, never fades that thought, only to be brought, in your last days, breaths and shaken plots... you don't even know the meaning, yet you write Just leave it, as it is, never think about it it is a hailstone, a thorny throne, you desired it It's not obliged, on your shoulders, you just write words with emotions, filling your pride, words you now know the meaning, to write, to let it slide Only with vision, shaken emotions, yet you write you write, to let it out and shout...