Leveling the field of thoughts,
So that I may writet on a sound basis.
Lost at times in the quagmire
That a fog clouds in my mind.
Never-the-less words go on.
They have a motive I can't explain.
Seems if I explore them in print,
I may some day know their meaning.
Silly as it sounds when I read it.
I find no explanation for what I write.
At times the meaning is clear to others,
But to myself, it is lost and unexplainable.
Love ya!
Jane