Alas,albert arthur

lacking depth,alas is Owl

nothing to say,only to prowl

searching for words,only to find

nothing to say,nothing thats kind.

for everythings so simple towards the start,

until confused,overwhelmed by heart.

decisions begin,avoiding within

all those thoughts,thoughts of all sorts

flooding thru,from me to you.

the reader,the audience,the people who

read into things that contain no feed,

lacking depth and meaning, not too revealing.

i'm just passing time..

whilst avoiding... to..use ryme.