I am no poet at all,
I do not know the world of words.
I do not know what next to write
What next will tease the chords.
The world of poetry confuses me,
Although its whispers I can hear.
It eludes me from its beauty,
But to write one down I do not dare.
Is all this rhyming making sense?
Do they tell you what I mean?
Is there any sense to this new chaos?
Will these words ever be heard or seen?
I would rather give it up
And let poets weave their beauty.
As a good reader of this world,
That will be my honest duty!