What I Saw Today
Saw a million people yesterday
but my pen stood still
no melody came to mind
no feelings punctured my heart.
One person I see today
and my pen cannot stop
a sonnet flows through my veins
redemption is my state of mind.
Time comes and goes
its memory passes away
never to be pondered
years from its conception.
This time has passed
yet this memory lingers
like a bad taste
on a sensitive tongue.
