What I Want to Say

I alone know what I want to say
but the words will not be put down.
They keep running around in my head
but refuse to come to the end of my hand.

Inside are the trains of information
keeping the track of my head
and everywhere signs appear that exclaim
‘Beware of low flying airplanes!’.

Yellow and black are the signs on the track
and the tunes that play are numbered back.
Maybe I need to spend some time
to figure more what it is I thought I’d say.

But then I realize that the words
cannot be bound to ink because
the thoughts are in my heart
and what I want to say is not what I thought.