Discontent

I take recourse to write when I am down and low

Sometimes words respond and come out in the full flow.

Flooded with choice then I get to pick and choose 

Words among themselves compete, I put on my dancing shoes.

My mood elevates and I keep my poise

A song breaks out, I sing it aloud in my not so sweet voice.

The content and rhyme I get to add, evaporates my discontent 

As verses form, and exit the adverse feeling, I immerse myself in my own intent.

Amazed to discover that one's mind is bottomless

Where you can find despair and cheer if only one could control, possibilities endless.