Unwritten Poem by William Kruse

I could never write this poem,
I could never sing this song,
I could never find the subject or the pattern
or the rhythm or the reason or the rhyme...

It's supposed to put on paper
how I feel about my life,
my emotions, my reactions,
my responses and all that...

So, now I'm riding herd
on all these jumbled, milling thoughts
trying desperately to lasso
that certain, single one
when they stampede and run me over
and I'm trampled in the dust
and I mutter to myself,
'Here we go again! '