Words.

I'm one of those who analyse

I retrace my steps and think out loud

I'm one of those who can't help but to visualize

I can't help but to wander into the shroud

I'm one that can never be still

I am one that doesn't often feel

I'm here anyways holding my quill

I still do though, and it's very real

I'm one who can make use of words

I can write a thousand lines in a verse

I'm one that envys the birds

I am a person lost in your purse

I'm one that gets annoyed by peoples silence

I don't care for playing everyones sillly games

I'm overwhelmed by you and suffer vigelance

I just love it when you call me those goofy names

I'm one who doesn't believe in mediocrity

I know we're all special in our own way

I'm a person driven by curiosity

I have been sitting here all day, anticipating what words you'll say