To make sense
When one is inspired
Suddenly with such feeling
That can't be expressed with words
One must use poetry to make sense
Because even though the audience
Does not fully grip it,you do
And you feel relieved,lighter,to let go
Of the burden of raging quiet that was
Caged inside you for so long.
To make sense
When the world does not even try
With the killing of their own kind
With the abuse of their own selves
With the polluting of their own planet
So do not expect me to make sense.
Do not ask me to lie.
This world does not make sense
So why should I?