I struggle with the words these days
At times it feels so uninspired
fighting to capture something
I can only just hold onto
If this is all I have to give
I offer it so gladly
but it feels at once so foolish
and of utmost importance
As if the act of writing
means everything, yet nothing
These strings of sounds and syllables
so delicately strung together
Trying to find arrangements
at once unique and universal
A grand and overwhelming thing
that means much and little yet
A tiny little drop of water
amid the endless sea of voices
desperate to be heard somehow
Unsure if what I have to say
actually carries any meaning
but lifting my voice as I moght
share something beyond my station
with another caught adrift
much as I find myself