As the winter evening falls—
the lights go offI cozily tuck myself
under a thick blanket
My thoughts start to wander
yet still within my reach—
they don’t wander off too far
I try to express my thoughts
and let them be felt—
not through the expressway
but through the alleyway
Words—
the only tool of expression
for my thoughts
Never valued for their true worth
and taken at face value—
they’re shed
like old clothes, and
unarchived from the mind
Words—
they are soon forgotten
so are the thoughts