The words are trapped inside my mind,
The words are fighting to escape,
The words are trying to come alive.
The words are striving to unite.

Ideas come and ideas go,
But none can join the scattered proes.
Until they match and order is found,
They're just garbled, meaningless sounds.

Yet they dance just out of reach,
and they tease mercilessly.
So I wait with chaotic mind,
I have to let them choose their time.