Later

I've got something to say, something to share,
but life is too busy now, and I've no time to spare.

I'll write it out tomorrow, or maybe next week,
I've got somewhere to be, and and I'm sure this will keep.

Let me do just one more thing before I rush out the door,
I've been working all day, it's night now, but still there is more.

Someday I'll write down these thoughts, the stories in my head,
they linger in the chaos, persistent,  I think they must be said.