if you let me I could

Words.
I've got so many of them.
They make no sense.
Packing my brain.
Trembling, just beyond the reach of my lips.
I fear that
I have no brain.
In my head.
Just words.
Fragments of thoughts.
Ideas
-incomplete and unknown-
Will this make sense someday?
I wonder.
I wonder with
my head,
packed full of thoughts,
not brains.
I wonder, and that's when they reach
that spot
where they can be written.
Like a dog,
straining against a leash.
The leash is broken
By some force unknown
And the words come out.