Looking at the words displayed on the walls in my old room,
A hodgepodge of rhyming lines mingled with non-rhyming thoughts.
Trying to fit into some type of organized message…
Hoping it made sense to my parents whom most were written for.
Clumsily strung together as I search for words that mean what I’m trying to say.
Today is no different, although I care much less about organization,
and much more about conveyance of visions and emotions now,
as beautiful and random as they are.