Do you think I could be Alphabetized?
Could I be put into order?
Folded neatly like Origami?
My worries and cares,
In a crease beneath a paper gooses wing.
Parallel lines on a paper airplane-crash and burn.
I wish I could fly away.
Trapped in my head, my thoughts...what I thought,
or think.
Betray me O' Freedom! Allow my mind to wonder.
I have no order, no files or card catalogue for,
My whimsical smiles, my fleeting thoughts.
Do you think I could be Alphabetized?
Origami sheep in order,
Are counting me to sleep.

10/20/2006

Posted on 03/02/2010
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