Engorged with words,
I babble and roar too loud.
Is it desperate or weird?
Still I hope there remains
a stream of consciousness,
or flow of thought that makes sense.
Overwhelmed with opportunity
and given more space than before
I release my maddening
thoughts in hopes
that eventually some day,
at some tide, I will be understood,
even if that bay of understanding
only occurs at the end of this mortal line.