Why Words

There will come a day when I
Will no longer have to think about the thoughts
I write
They shan't be pre-meditated or prepared
But in a few words I will express my feelings
With a few vehicles I shall direct
Someone's journey into space.
Thoughts without meditation
Become something other than thoughts
They come from an essence and not from me
I am the vehicle
I began as words
premeditated, prepared and therefore prejudice
And slowly the essence became and I am
No longer necessary.
The essence is the past-word of some other
just as my words are to me
The process never ends and the begining
comes full circle
How do words express themselves?
Instead of being the expression of someoneelse