I'm making this up as I go,
There is no particular reason.
My mind just goes with the flow,
Like the changing of a season.
This really has nothing to say,
Just a bunch of senseless rhyme.
But I will write it down anyway,
Just to help me pass the time.
Random thoughts pop in my head,
And I have to get them down.
Even if nothing special is said,
I may feel just like a clown.
Random rhymes do take over,
I can't help what will come out.
Like finding a four-leaf clover,
I have to stand up and shout.
This always happens to me,
I don't know how to explain it.
Words will come and flow so free,
And I'll have to write for a bit.
Sometimes I may have a tale,
Or an experience I have to share.
But as I let my mind set sail,
It could take me to anywhere.
I write it down with paper and pen,
But up on the stage I always choke.
I may be shy but kind of outspoken,
And I can always share a joke.
I do most of my writing at work,
When I have some time to kill.
That wasn't a pun to be a jerk,
But it somehow makes sense still.
As the day seems to drag on,
Thoughts will still fill my mind.
I do not wish them to be gone,
Or my creativity I won't find.
There is love, war, peace, and God,
So many subjects I could touch.
Yet some of my poems may be odd,
It's because I always think too much.
I can find so much inspiration,
In almost anything that is around.
From the defenders of the nation,
To the grass that is on the ground.
I could write about the feather,
That you would find on a bird.
I could talk about the weather,
But I'm sure you've already heard.
When I get thoughts like this,
I don't know how I want to end.
For me this is always poetic bliss,
There's a message I want to send.
Let your creativity always flow,
And you'll always stay on top.
When your mind is on the go,
There's no reason to ever stop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem