I stop to think:
How the world goes round like a roller rink.
How two hearts are in sync.
How we have come to be.
How I write alone, is it only me.
How might I create magic.
How god gives us things that are tragic.
How I am grateful.
How most are concerned about material.
How I like to live so simple.
How one day I will be old and crippled.
How I love to see people happy.
How I write so sappy.
How trees help us breath.
How in life I like to seek.
How do people destroy their planet.
How I just want world peace damn it.
How life never goes how you planned it.
How I got over addiction.
How my writing has secret encryption.
How I would like to give more description.
How will I do on my own.
How would it be if I had a clone.
How can I impact the Earth.
How would it look if I stopped and kissed the dirt.
How do I have fun.
How would he look if I had a son.
How will my work ever be done.
Then I stop, to let go and run.