Is it a never-ending stream
Tamyka Bell
That flows out across the pages?
Will yet another book never be enough?
If words were dreams I could never wake up,
So all-encompassing are these thoughts;
So all-consuming is this hunger,
This need to give the words I hear.
I wonder, will this passion end
Before it renders me
Helpless, listless, lifeless,
At the mercy of the tide.
It distracts me, like a beautifully wrapped gift
That I wish to open and explore.
Life spins by around me
And the words keep flowing on.
19-20 August, 2004
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