We play with words
And, from time to time,
Vary from blank verse
To metre and rhyme
Giving our opinions
And personal views
On anything we want,
Even bad news.
We put them in cyberspace
And then we move on
But where do our words end?
Just disappear to be gone;
Or are they read
By strangers out there?
Do they feel our emotions?
Do they know how we care?
Do we speak for the people?
Do we many a day
Express to the world things
Maybe others dare not say?
Just words that we play with
And ideas that we find
In varying styles depending
On our then state of mind.