A Million An Inflow

For all the thoughts that come to me,

All that make me alive,

How many could I think through, how

many could I try,

An injustice, that I think I do,

Bearing a burden for all that died.

I'll try to let it out and out and out,

As many as I can, 

For that is what makes me me,

Despite all the lack of originality.