Thinking, Thinking

Words are fun 

they can run

they can dance

with just a few strokes

I can make them prance.

I eat them up 

I write them down

in my head they turn around.

words can heal 

words can wound

there are enough words 

to touch the moon.

they fill my head 

my brain 

my lips

their punch

stronger than a fist.

words run in circles

night and day

my head is a place

for them to play.