Quatrain of Thought

By pencernakata

I took a sip and dug a little deep
not knowing what to keep so I let it slip
when words are left unsaid and attentions left unpaid
so I ran instead for I’ve been misled

reaching high and feeling low
in the radio, Evenflow
thoughts arrive like butterflies (Vedder, Gossard)
out of guise and in my eyes

have mere words begun to flee
in my head I disagree
time to think time to ponder
will it be enough I surely wonder