Words
Igor J. Nowinski

In the dark, at night, in the car,
when I can't even write them down,
I just scribble blindly,
just to have them down,
just to have them
so they won't escape me
like they always do.
And for who the hell
do I catch them all
when I release them all
after a while?
When so few will view what you call 
my little zoo.

And for who?