The combination of these words,
Are neither romantic nor meaningful.
Yet they find an inconspicuous place
In the pages of this book.
This poem that I begin to write
Has no particular rhyming scheme,
But as I write this third line,
I see it also lacks a theme.
A theme that I thought I would write on
Got lost in my train of thoughts,
And I could not seem to get it back
So I just kept going on.
I tried to write on life and death,
I tried to write on love.
But the only thing I could say with my words:
A poem is a poem is a poem.