Whispers and delusions come to me,
drown and blind the noises and views I see.
They ask me, tell me, show me about a view,
that only they together show and tell a few.
Secrets and hidden notions they show to find,
the ones we all keep tucked away in our mind.
The forgotten dreams that colored away,
flew they floated to the back for other days.
Whispers and delusions come, they set them free,
the secrets and notions that hide within the me.
Allow the written to be wrote to be viewed,
worded in the delusive language it\'s construed.
Complicated to interpret the whispers length,
will power, the ability to view my strength.
When the whispers and delusions come to me,
I\'m impressed and inspired by what they show to see.
Write the words, sentences, and flows to view,
rhythm the secrets and notions and I post for you.
I\'ve slipped myself through the circled view,
squared my triangles to rectangle through,
hung a star in an ovals globe,
spun the shapes, lit a light to strobe.
Walking the path, the way, the grooves,
flowing, I\'m following the shapes, the moves,
noting the things that fly and float shaped by.
Slipping through the view of a circles pi,
thought and idea freshly, freely flow,
I grasp and capture these things to know.
This following shapes I pad down for view,
note taking the fresh and free words I do.
I am thinking,
and writing down for you.