Just Some Words
All over the place, scraps of paper with words written on them, some lyrical, some practical.
The only commonality are the words, words everywhere…
Sitting in the balcony,
looking at the street, the park, listening but not listening to the cacophony.
Sometimes having the luxury of solitude,
unbroken chain of thoughts, pen flying on paper as a cup of tea gets lukewarm.
Other times, hurriedly typing on the phone as the phrase slips away, car keys in hand, one eye on the clock..
Whatever the medium, it’s just words everywhere…
This was never the dream,
then why does it feel like a dream come true?
Or maybe it was, I just didn’t know to put it into words.
Is it too late, I wonder sometimes.
But then I lean back and enjoy the journey, for “late” is but a word.
