Let Me Be

Let me be who

I am. People

change like the

windblown sand.

 

Let me cry when

I am sad.  My face

is still, I'm not

always mad.

 

A lot of times I'm

just deep in thought.

Always searching and

listening for an idea

to begin my plot.

 

They always come in

pairs of two.  Then I

put them together is

what I do.

 

This all done within

my head.  A lot of

times nothing is wrong

is what I said.

 

My brain is constantly

looking all day and

night, for the next flock

of words for me to write.