Words born to grow into a phrase,
meaningless letters describe a phase.
A moment in time for all to read,
eternally caught born to keep.
Phrases become with time a story,
which shows the writers life in all its glory.
The ups and downs joy and tears,
even know the greatest fear.
Now I read my written thoughts,
created in time and yet feel lost.
Become so humble beneath the sky,
realize that I am alive. . . . .it is true,
. . . .not a lie.