My Journey

One little step after another,
I humbly bow my head low,
In submission,
In utter respect,
Joining your family...

I hope you haven't served dinner yet,
For I yearn for my hunger to go away,
At the same time quenching my thirst,
With your amusing words, rhymes and rhythms.
Don't be mad at me,
My only addiction is poetry!

But I bring thought and imagination,
From deep within my forest,
Where crazy thoughts sing in my head,
And stain themselves on paper!