The beat of the poem

I feel it in my mind

but the words do not come so quickly

I try to relearn

what I left behind

but the layered blocks lie on so thickly.

What once was my sin

when I had to begin

to become someone else altogther

is now my one hope

for this gentle old boat

to ride out the swells through the weather.

Well what does it mean

oh, 'I love you' mydear

when we say it, what is it we see?

You love me I know

and it's one thing to show

but that's not what it seems like to me.

I try with my best

you put me to the test

and you seem to find me rather lacking

but while I'm alive

toward that goal will I strive

even though I can feel my heart cracking.