Find yourself  As you get lost in my words  They’re your words too Words you didn’t have before  I share them with you  I wrote them for you  I was always looking for you 

I started out with an innocent picture of an old wooden boat in my head… and it took off from there. One moment I was sipping coffee in the fog, the next...

I do this neat little trick Every once in a thoughtless while I move my lips from their usual spot Of holding up my smile

But here are some words I’ve managed to spill, Those which escaped Some assembled with skill.