Along the Cove

Yes, I am a thief of thoughts not, I pray, a stealer of souls I have built and rebuilt upon what is waitin for the sand on the beaches that carves many castles, on what has been opened before my time, a word, a tune, a story, a line keys in the wind that unlock my mind and it grant my closet thoughts. It is not of me it sit and ponder wonderin and wastin time thinkin of thoughts that haven't been thunk thinkin of dreams that haven't been dreamt and new ideas that haven't been wrote and new words it fit into rhyme. If it rhymes, it rhymes if it don't, it don't, if it comes, it comes, if it won't, it won't.