Expressing isn't always about impressing

Sometimes it's a confession

Or the regression of a memory

 

It might even be

About a maybe

A one day me

 

That I only see

Approximately more clearly

When it's put into words

 

It could seem absurd

When it's read

Or tis' heard

 

But they must be released

In order to cease

My mental marathon

 

When a reader has felt

What was meant

It may soothe

 

Yet a writer's mood

May exclude

The need for inclusion

 

When the 'wrong' conclusions

Are drawn, they may

Just feel an intrusion

 

Yes, this is confusing

For once you say, what you say

You GIVE it away

 

It becomes a reader's conclusion, 

A listener's insight

It doesn't really matter, as long as I write