i often struggle to express
the desires of a heart
and the will of a soul
i often struggle to understand
the intentions of words
or the implications of deeds
i often struggle against hope
for meaning and reason
or even a hint of one
i often tap my foot to the beat
in an outward minimal effort
to show i'm in tune
i often leave quickly
hurried gestures
thinking i should have lingered
i often wonder
if understanding is love
or if love is even understandable
i often think aloud
but only as loud as my keyboard
my thoughts fill up my room.
