My Words And Me

Is that words chose me Or I chose them, I can't say They are always floating Around my being, alert Enough to arrange themselves Into meaningful patters; Conceived as word-pictures Viewed as life in motion Looked at as sketches Of human emotions Some hear lyricism Flowing out of them And much more... Whatever, I see them As blessings words chose To shower on me to express To myself what I am To show me life in black And white as well in Multiple hues; to mirror My reflection at a fleeting Moment of time in The eternal scheme of SELF!