"What is it with me, yearning to make words
rhyme?
Is it an obsession, or is it a gift?
Sometimes it seems to take a heavy toll
on my life.
Sometimes it fills my lungs with air so
i can breath again.
Is it the beauty of a lyric that has lovers
cry?
Then again to bring laughter to one's
tears?
Either way it seems to comfort me knowing
that it can be a pleasure.
I'm a poet, as many of us are.
Why think "What Is It With Me"?
Simply... Just Be."