What It Means

I wonder

I see

didn't even know that came from me

I saw

I begin to believe

and how quickly it all changes

when none can agree

Agree with what

that's all I'd say

though I couldn't care less

either way

I have since forgotten

what it means to be

and to see with clear vision

all that I am to see

I haven't even tried

though in rhymes I can write

and with such cowardice

I maddeningly deny

all that I have been

and hope to be

It's not about me

these words are just

things that come to my mind

screaming, ringing, being

I could go on for eternities

now that I've learnt to let go

who cares what it's saying

I've said it

so now it is so

what does it mean 

to be totally free

fictionalized fantasies

it seems

have no place with me

There are no limits 

to what was meant to be

and even in reverse

it can be what's said to me

I say, I sing, I cry

I'm a dreamer

dreaming of things that I

hope to never do

but someday still

will find within me

dripping with meaning

leaving me 

solemn, content, and still

So many times I try not to rhyme

can't stand the corniness it adds to each line

Dare I depart to a world all my own

where is that sound I long for

and have come to know

I search for true meaning

though really

nothing at all

it's just something said

for me to be saying something again

One day

just watch

soon you will see

as was meant to be 

words flowing freely

in majestic prose

stopping hearts

but when they wonder why

an answer they can not find

Why do I do it

where does it all come from

can I believe

can I become

what it seems to me

never was and never wants to be

I have no shame

so the words flow without haste

I don't even care if they didn't keep pace

You will never progress if you do not believe

but more important is to try

then repeat

but just like me

I'm going somewhere

this I know

it's only a matter of time

before it will be so