Where do the words come from?

the ones in the dark
not the ones from the darkness
but the writing on the page
that is mine
though I can’t see the hand writing
or the words as they shape.

A whole thought,
no, many,
scribbled on a page
because I must catch them.
Catch them somewhere.
Not to hold them hostage
but to hold them up.

To look at them glisten
in the light
of a new day.

Run to catch up
Speed thru
Change the world
keep pace
rule the world
you go ahead
I’ll stay here.
you go on