Words Inside My Head - Diane Scantlebury

There’s a dream,
Within a dream,
Within a scheme
Inside my head,
Where words play sometimes,
Occasionally forming
Ridiculous rhymes,
Why they link
I can’t think,
But one will lead to another,
Why are they there
Skulking in the hidden depths?
I’ve no idea,
And if I try too hard
To fathom it all,
To stop the flow,
They disappear!

Diane Scantlebury