A Poem

Come, come!
I do have something to say
It is not written in words, just yet
Or even fully formed in thoughts,

But it is there… it is there.
At the back of my mind, somewhere
Troubled, restless, worried mind
With an urge to speak, but tongue tied

Come sit here and hear
Let silence speak and time unveil,
The ideas that might just be common place
Which I now utter as confused sentences

Not meaning what I said
Not saying what I meant
And definitely not what you think
I said

Being friends can be such a joy,
To talk about nothing and laugh together
Maybe that is what my restless mind would like
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