I ramble a lot.
It’s easy for me to do,
there are a lot of words
floating, flying around upstairs.
My life is full of words, good and bad.
I like to talk, but I really like to listen.
I care a lot about people, even as strangers.
In fact, I often find myself rambling with those
that I barely even know; but it’s nothing unusual.
But at the end of the day, there’s always an apple.
I ramble when there’s something I don’t want to say.
I know what you’re thinking, but don’t. This post is not about you.