In Orther Words Poem by max pike

too many words to say a simple thing
we have drank too many beers to make a real sing
too many rhymes to tell what you think and who is win
we have saw too many birds to fly on the moon
too many dreams to hold a daybreak wind
we have drove too many circles to find a right road
too many songs to show a outer space mood
we have ran too many times to back home soon
too many kisses to prove forever more
we have watched too many stories to find a real dawn
too many stars to count for
we have realized too many choices to pick up a balloon
in orther words, be quiet
in orther words, sit tight
just write......