Sometimes in the middle
of a sentence,
I seem to change a stand.
Not so, not so. Only because
I feel free to
think in front of you, I do and
My words follow the same
stream of sudden
flashes of inspiration and words
That finally help me define.
I don’t know all the answers
and am aware of
only the sense of discomfort
Cause by certain questions
and poking thoughts.
I am brave enough to tell you
That yes, I don’t know all.
Sometimes I am still compiling
questions. Other times
I am struggling with the import
Of the same.
nehamaami 