Random Thoughts

Life sits, minds think,

love crumbles, lies... deceit.

I sit alone in a world,

contemplating so much,

expectations...shrink.

Lingering in a room,

fully devoted...can't speak.


Getting flustered, ha, you wondered,

fucking hopelessness... can't think.

Grounded with a beat in my head,

moving with that melody...my legs, my feet.


I'm just being silly ole Que,

you know... simply me.

Yet I think off the top of my head,

making you examine the wordplay,

the mutilation I display.

All along inside,

one tries to understand my feelings.


We live in unlimited possibilities,

this is what no one can see...

thoughts become what we believe,

this poem is for the wise, not the naive.