Thoughts

The words that leave my mind and get scribbled onto paper
Is not planned, its not thought through
Its the sad stories that fill my head
Stories of the past or of the future
It just comes to me, unknowing
I'm not a poet, i cant sing
I'm untalented
Yet the words flow
Like water on a rainy day
From the rooftop of my mind
Like showers in the day
It can be sudden and unexpected
Or blown in and last for days
Whatever it is or however it comes
I'm glad that it is here, using me to write its words....