My Thoughts Poem by Phil Soar

The source of my creative thoughts, and how I simplify them
Is deep within my inner mind, and who knows how I find them?
Sometimes I put together words, that make no sense to me
But touch the hearts of readers, and sometimes sets me free

The rhythm and the rhyme of it, is sometimes complicated
And yet it flows so effortlessly and then becomes debated
Provoking sights and images, and drifting in the mind
Like a river of the alphabet, leaving sentences behind

When time is no restriction, and I cannot stop the flow
The reams of stanzas form and blend into an unplanned show
Some words may have no meaning, yet some can resonate
That's why I need to write them down, before it is too late