Paradox of Perfection

Words are all I

Have to share

Writing is a flow

Of it’s own doing

If I have to wait

To think it over & over

Perhaps I could lose

The spontaneity of it all!

Sometimes in the jotting

The journey of thoughts

Begins to ebb & flow

And it’s best to allow

The spillage of thoughts

Sometimes structured

At times haphazardly

Words manifests itself

The Writing journey

Is a paradoxical one

Of ups and downs

Of chaos and confusion

Of sorting through thoughts

Meandering through the maze

A lot like living life

For ultimately in time

The puzzle fits

And all gets figured out.

Savvy