Like when you cant remember a word,
And you hear these sounds,
The consonants,
Echoing, in your mind.
Those are my feelings,
My thoughts,
They cant be housed in words,
They are free, not prisoners.
Like a butterfly in the sun,
That knows no limits,
Dances, turns around,
This way and that.
Like an idea,
Floating around.
Undescribable,
Those are my feelings,
I cant bring myself,
To reduce them to mere words.
