Stream of Consciousness Poetry.
I'm just going to write a poem, about
whatever words and things come to mind. Here we go.

There's a drum that lives
in my eardrum,
studying that can wait,
There's a hum in my earhum,
worrying can wait.

Golden dust come over me,
God's love has set me free.
Silver silver silver
Emerald trees.

Whispering whispering spreading
through the grass.

Scitter scatter skeeter me.
Scitter skatte skeeter me.

Ivory, satin, jasmine, and lilac.
Vivacious, gracious, flourishing
like a thousand shades of may.

Dance the dance the dance the dusk
is drawing near.
Dance the dance the dance the tusk
of an elephant and its ear.

Frollick until your arms grow weak,
sing until your voice cannot creak.

Spinning in a pattern that cannot
be named,
sharing god's word, instead of your own fame.

Wielding a shield made out of iron,
waterfalls that fall across,
your face is glowing,
never showing
the anger that boils within.

Glowing glowing no-one
knowing. But while you're fretting,
don't be forgetting.. That you are you are
not alone. The worries you share.aren't just your own.

Sobbing tears made out of ice,
why must your life be so cold,
when other's have it nice?

But do not do not be mistaken.
The smiles you see around you,
may be fakened.

Dance and dance and bring others around.
Dance and dance and think of the world.
Dance and dance and leave your worries with
God.
Dance and dance and love those around you.
Share God's word, give your heart to him, and live and live to make him proud. Speak up admist the crowd.  And one day you'll dance in heaven.