The random thoughts that slide into your imaginations,
the pictures you see in your dream,
the future you pictured in your mind,
the plans you drew for your life.
Of the many things that go on in your head,
do I appear in any way?
The names that slip on your tongue,
the music that skids on your lips,
the words you speak and the smiles you show,
the future you profess daily.
Of the many things that come out of your mouth,
am I mentioned in any?
The world you've created within you
and the people you've welcomed into your world,
the structures and foundations you've laid for your cosmos,
and the components you've made of it.
Of all the characters in your world,
Do I surface in any way?
Do you think of me always
or I'm just like other persons to you?
Does my name ring in your ears?
Do you remember our memories
or they are just like other random events to you?
I really wish to know.
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.