Defining

There are times I do not know what is said. 

As one thought becomes a thousand; no, a million.

Pleasantly dreaming, screaming, beaming, and wishing I would let them free. 

This is me simply, profound. 

In this world, no better than a fool. 

A universe is inside of me, begging to be.

In every dark place �" behind my face �" a thousand words wait. 

A thousand ways I could make you happy. 

A thousands ways to appreciate. 

Playing coy, joy, foolish boy.

A thousand memories live within me.

A thousand dreams breeding freely.

There are times I do not know what is said.

As one thought becomes zero; no, nothing.

Corruptly wishing, scheming, fearing, and demanding I would let them free.

This is me complexly, profound.

In this world, no better a tool.

Destroying universes inside of me, begging to be.

In every lit place �" behind this face �" a thousand words die.

A thousand ways I could make you.

A thousand ways to break.

Playing coy, no joy, foolish boy.

A thousand memories die within me.

A thousand excuses, define me, endless.