wandering in a senseless maze
of semantic game and folly
nothing left to look upon
but the childish game of words
sick of this puzzle of rhythm
trying to make points meet
syllables of non-sense flow
where the writer seems to go
rhymes that mean nothing
but two words that sound the same
perhaps i shall escape
this insolent petty game
i couldn't leave my heart though
for that is where my writing flows