Thinking In Words Poem by Jerry Behr Number 2

In the beginning it was never questioned, what it was, it seemed harmless enough.
This thing of thinking in words, this self talk of the mind, a discipline which is tough.
Mind ranging all over society for that matter all over the land.
Australia with its diverse multiculturalism and ethnic diversity to understand.
The mind and the words, never ending words, mind ranging all day.
Nothing is like this mind self talk with its agility, speed, its abstraction to play.
Flying around inside ones head the words denoting the whole of society to find.
And all it is, is thinking out aloud what one has on his mind.
With these intellectual exercises there is no grammar nor spelling, just don’t go crazy.
For poets intellectualism is work, however, for civilians poets are regarded as lazy.
But then what is work, for some its going to a factory or a work shop.
People like four walls and a ceiling and they work until days end and then they stop.
However, with poets there are no walls or ceilings he is outside.
He is the commander of his own soul and is responsible whether here or the farside.
Indeed there is a responsibility on the poet’s shoulders exercising great freedoms.
The poet thinks in words, mind ranging, moving about in his mind’s kingdoms. ©.