poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


I see what I see
I get what I get
To all humanity
My mind is an outlet

It pictures what I hear
It sees as I do
I chose what I feel
I leave still confused

My mind is a riddle
No answer in my mind
But if I search a little
The answer I will find!

Don't do or belittle
Or take what mind is mine
For I am lost and little
But lines are lit and defined

All around us