Lyric

I am creating you
as I type
no pre planning
or a muse
to take
me there

I smell
the wood
as the 
chopsticks crack
to serve
its' possessor 

Deep into
my thoughts
you evolve
on this page

You compose me
as my mind 
spins to
formulate you

the spawn
of a syllable 
turns into 
a lyric
making
an emotion
universally shared