It's only words

Sometimes these words
Filling up the blank page
Are all I have
Flowing out
Unwilling to be left unwritten
A minimal tale to be told
Even if only understood by me

Expression of personhood
Flowing out to the universe
Floating phantom letters
In an already crowded sky

Releasing of our energies
The good
The bad
The ugly
Words taking control
Forming seamlessly
As if
Random
But underneath
The muses are busy at work