There’s a flutter in my stomach;
There’s a heartbeat in my soul.
There’s words from every century,
Waiting to be told.
There’s an idea in my mind;
There’s inspiration in my breath.
There’s the sound of a million faces
Finally coming to a rest.
I am the portal for which they speak;
The collective unconscious; one in me.
An existential philosophy,
I have to write; they won’t let me be.