A little more rhymin'...

When the words are floating, and there is too much to say,
And too much flows within these thoughts, I cannot choose a way.

That is when I let it flow, step back from all my thought,
And let it fly up to the sky, and see what can't be caught...

Fragments flowing, going knowing, showing little place
of solid lines or tracing times just way out there in space.

My brain it runs, it stuns, it puns, and then it finds its peace
With this little exercise, so wise, as its release.

Wise, so wise, did I say that, so much for being humble,
I could pretend, and then defend, so I'll say it in a mumble.

Sometimes I see the wisdom, in this little special soul,
It soars, and roars, far from the shores, but is it really whole?

Yes, it's whole, on mostly days that feel things are complete,
But then it quests, with such requests, and begins now to compete.

For this and that, and then the other, wanting what it sees,
Oh too much for just one soul that's floating on the seas.

But why not so much, why not it says, is there limitation?
Only when it's not so true - if you're a living imitation.

Ahhh, a question, much to ponder, but who really has the time,
To think, and shrink, and kitchen sink, the world within the mind.