Fickle minds and souls

When ever I feel the need to write

Sometimes love, sometimes spite

Not under bushel hide

The rules of truth abide

I am not enlightened more than others

I just express in word my mind or soul it bothers

Just like we were brothers,

Father, sister, mothers,

True feeling expressed with spirit and soul

Not groping if the words are whole

Seeking silver coins in bowl,

Or collecting dole

Feelings at a moments notice write

Good or bad, or what’s inside

Not looking for another light

Or another fight

Double guessing all my prose

Rewriting what I chose

Proper choices pose,

Rather bring it to a close

If your mind is fickle or your soul

You always second guess the whole

You might try hiding like a mole

Not speaking freely is your goal !