A million English language words
A vast opportunity of expression
Each a snowflake of meaning
Paintbrushes of inner confession
What can I say, without the wordplay?
Hand me the script for this occasion
Many answers and witty remarks
My problem will not fit this equation
Standing here, no excuse in hand
That empty facial look is real
A lie is considered contraband
So finally I can fully reveal
It’s just you and this version of me
I’m sun bleached of foolishness
Adrift on this emotional sea
Guilty of averting and effusiveness
Of all the flowers pointing skyward
Like a bee I’m always returning
To the one brighter than the sun
I’m speechless but not done yearning
