Running in circles
in the whirlwind of words.
How do I pick ones that suit me better?
It's enormous and beautiful to look at
Why do I have to pick only a few?
Can you feel the letters dew?
How could I ever get out of words?
When I have so many
Running in circles
In the whirlwind of words
No matter how many I pick,
Why it's not enough to let it out
Can you see the depth, the soul of those?
I may die trying to explain
What I am feeling
Running in the circles
In the whirlwind of words
Will you run with me or would you take another direction
Crossing each other, sparking the light to create a havoc or peace.
Running in the circles
In the whirlwind of words
Have you found the meaning yet?
Tired of being the flash
How do I choose ones to express?
Just stay still in the stash
The golden words will carry you
Sing you a melody.
There you have reached the climax 
And soon it will be over.

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