An Explanation

A white noise,

My thoughts

Constantly blurring my vision.

This little girl,

Isn't ready to grow up

She already has,

But there is so much more to learn

The problem

Was the idea

That never existed

You can keep watching movies

And hold on to your idea

But you just want to feel it

Make your idea

An all consuming reality

But you can't make it

It has to happen.

I'm so

Light 

It all seemed to

Weigh me down

The white noise

Kept blurring my vision

It can be useless

To make something out of nothing

In an explanation

There isn't always much to say

I like poems when my thoughts seem like a fuzzy picture. I think that they really help me get together in my mind. What do you think that this poems about? It's an explanation...